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On  the  following:  Heads. 

Of  the  different  Editions- of  this  BOOK, 

'^  1    ^HE  large    Edition  is    prjFjaced  \viih  a  Dij- 

P:    I       courfe   on  the  risht   W.-jy  .  of  f^tHng  the 
I  -a-      Pi^lms  cf  Davk^GV  Ghrrft-iarr-Worfhip.; 
wherein  a  plain  Account  is' given- of 'il:£  Author  s  gerii'-^ 
ral  ConduSi  in  this  Imitation  of  the  Pfalms,  together 
vjifhfome  evident  and  convincing  Argmnenls  to  Juppcrt 
it.     There  are  dfk.fariiailar  "Hoits  added  at  the  End 
fa  great  'Ni4ni^T  cf  the  Pfalms^  which  exp'ain  ihc'r^ 
^vangelical  Senfe^    and  foezv  the  Reckon  luhy  ih:y  are.^ 
her  paraphrajed  or  abridged  in  fiich  a  Manner  hcr.:^- 
At  the  Requefi    of  many  Friends^    ths'  Apilt^or  bas^ 
rrnitted  this  Edition  in  ajmader  Fcrtn^  io  re?id£r^-:iC 
;  -;    7nore  portable  and  convenient  for  publick  IVcrJi/fp_  f  4-* 
'  -    therefore  defres^  and  may  reafonahly  demand  tl^s.  'Pi^cs 
'.fjuftice  of  all  his  Readers^    that   they  will  not  ceii^ 
furc  and  cond.emn  any  Fart  of  this  V/ork^  without  a 
diligent  Pernjal  cf  the  larger  Edition^  wherein  iheVx-o.- 
^•     tace  and'Hoits  in  the  Judgment  of  many  learned  and 
*  '  [pious  Men,  have  given  a  fufficient  Vindicatimi  cf  Uhe 
whole  Performance. 

Of  the  Ufe  of  the  Pfalin-  Booi:. 

■     The  chief  Di  ign  cf  thisPFork  zvas  to  'improve  Pfai- 

mody  or  ReJ'igJous  Singiw,  and  to  encourage  the 

—     frequent  PraSiice  of  it  in  fl^lick  JJJemblies  and.-pri- 

♦  vate  Famdlies,  with  77iore  Honour   and  Delight :    yet 

the  Author  hopes  the  Reading  of  it  may  "aljo  entertain 

:^  the  Parlour:,  and  the  Clofet  vjith   devout  Pleafure  and 

holy  Meditdtions.     Therefore  he  would  requejl  his  R.ea- 

d€rs  at  proper  Seafcns  topervfe  it  through  ^   and  am.onT 

A    X  QA  f^ 


-red  Hyfn^:^  they  tnay  fiiid  out  jci^rh. 
:  _  :■  oiU}2  Caji  and  Tempe?\  or  the  'CircUf:!,....:..^  ^f 
their  Families  mid  Friends  ;  they  may  teach  iheir 
Children  fiich  as  are  proper  far  their  Age ^  andbytrea- 
juring  ihem  in  their  Alernory  they  may  he  furwfned  for 
pirus  Retirement^  or  mayentcrtainil.cir  Frie'nds  ivith 
holy  Melody. 

Of  cl^ufing  or  finding  the  Vh\\x\. 

The  Feriijal  cf  the  zvhcie  Bcok  ijuili  deqiiaint  every 
Reader  rjuith  the  Author's  Method^and  hy  eonjulting^the 
Index  cr  Table  of  Contents  at  the  End Jje  may  find 
Hymns  very  proper  for  many  Occafions  of  the  Chrijiian 
Life  and  IVorfrjip  ;  though  no  Copy  efDuvid's  PluI- 
ter  ean  provide  for  a'l^as  I  have  JJjemk  in  /ZvPreface. 

Or  if  he  remember  the  fir/}  Line  of  any  Pfahn^  tJ}e 
Table  of  the  iim  Line  v.'ill  direct  whereto fi.nd it. 

Or  ifanyfnali  think  it  heft  tofing  all  the  Fjalms  in 
Order  in  Churches  or  Families.,  it  may  he  dune  with 
Profit  ;  provided  ihofe  Pfalms  be  omitted  that  refer  to 
jpecial  Occurrences  cf  NaticnSy  Churches^  cr  fngle 
Chriftians. 

Of  naming  the  Pfalms. 

Lei  the  Ntnnher  cf  the  Pfahn  he  named  difin^ly^ 
together  with  the  particular  Metre^and parti cubr  Part 
cfit :  As  for  hjlance  }  Let  us  fing  the  33dPfaIm, 
sid  Part,Common  Metre  ;  <?r,  Let  us  fing  the  gift, 
Pfalm,  rfi:  Part,  beginning  at  the  Paufe  ;  or,  end- 
iiig  at  the  Paufe  ;  7r,  Let"  us  ling  the  84th  Pfaim 
as^the  r48th  Pfalm,cfc.  And  then  read  over  the fi.rfi 
■Stanza  before  you  begin  to  fvng^hai  the  People  ?nayfind 
it  in  their  Books,  whether  you  fing  with  cr  without 
reading  Line  by  Line. 

Of  dividing  the  Pfalm. 

If  the  Pfalm  be  too  Icr.g  for  the  Time  or  Cufiom  of 
Sitigingy    there  are  Paufes  in  many  of  than,  at  which 

you 


to  the  Pv  E  A  D  E  R  S. 

^.  fnay  prspcrly  red  :  Or  yon  may  leave  out  thofeVerfcs 
Ibhich  are  included  inCrotchets  [  j  -luithout  dijiwhing  the 
penfe  ;  Or  in  fame  Places  you  may  begin  to  fmg  ataPaufe. 
I  Da  not  always  coJifine your  jehes  to  fix  Sranza's,^;/,^ 
fmg  /even  or  eighty  rntkrr  than  ccnf:iinci  the  Sciu^e^  and 
abuje  the  Pf&hn  in  folemn  IForJhip, 

Uf  the  Manner  of  b'mpn'c^ 
It  zvere  to  he  zuijh'd  that  all  C.>n^regatic7is and pri- 
vai£  Families  would  fmg  as^  they  do  in  frcignProieJIimi 
Countries  zuitkout  readhig  Line  hy  Line,  Tho'  the 
Author  has  done  zvhat  he  could  to  mnke  the  Senfc  co?n~ 
-pleat  in  tvery  Line  or  tivo,  yet  many  InCjiTvenienaiS  . 
ivill  always  attend  this  unhappy  Manner  of  Si?7gir?g  ; 
£ut  where,  it  cannot  be  alter  d,  th.fe  two  Things  may 
give  fome.  Relief 

Fir  ft.  Let  as  many  as  can  do  it  firing  Pfalm  Books 
with  ihem^  and  look  on  the  Words  while  they  fmg^  f:,  f::r 
as  to  make  the  Senje  compkat. 

Secondly,  Let  the  Clerk  read  the  vjhole  Pfalm  over 
aloud  before  he  begins  to  parcel  out  the  Lines,  that  Ihs 
People  may  have  fome  Notion  of  ivhat  they  fing,  and  not 
he  fore  d  to  dragon  heavily^  through  eight  tediousSylla- 
hies  without  any  Meaning,  till  the  next  Lines  come  tQ 
give  the  Serfe  of  them. 

It-  were  to  L^  wifi'd  al/o  that  zve  might  not  dived  h 
long  upon  every  fingle  Note,  and  produce  the  SydabUs 
to  fuch  a  tirehme  Extent  vjith  a  conft ant  Uniformity  .of 
Time  \  vjhich  difgraces  the  Mufick^  and  puts  the  Con- 
gregaiion  quite  cut  of  Breath  in  finging  five  or  fix 
Stanza's  ;  whereas  if  the  Method  of  Singing  wire 
hut  reformed  to  a^-erder  Speed  of  Pronunciation^  zve 
might  often  enjfi^m^Pieafure  of  a  longer  Pfalm,  zvith 
If s  Exp ence  of  Time  a7id  Breath  j  and  cur  Pfahv.ody 
lundd  be  7nore  agreahle  to  that  of  the  ancient  Churchfs^ 
more. intelligible  to  others,  and  -more  deli^^htful  to  cur 
Jelvcs,  A  I  °  Ti:^ 


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i     Advertisement, 


The  various  Meafures  of  the  Vci  ¥ 
sre  fitted  to  the  Tunes  of  the 
Old  Pf^im-Book. 

To  the  Coniixioa  TuneSy  fiig  all  entitled  Common 


'To  the  Tunes   of  the  \OQih  'P[:x\m  jhg  alJ  entitled 
Long  Metre. 

To  ih2  Tune  of  the  ic^th  VhXmfing  Short  Metre. 

To  the  ^otb  ?u\mjl?ig  one  Metre  cfthe  ^Cih  &  ^^d. 

To  the  1 1  lib  cr  J2'jtb  ?iVimfiig  one  Metre  of  tha 
lOJ^lh  and  1 48:^6. 

To  the  1 1  lib  ?h]mfi:g  one  Metre  cfthe  igtb^  33^/, 
^Sib,  Sc)tb^  laji  Part^  ^bth,  liltb,  113//A 

To  the  M2drh\vi\fng6neoftheMetres  of  ibe  ^^dy 
iZld,  and  133^. 

To  tbe  148//^  Pi  aim  f,ng  one  Metre  of  ibe  84*/-?,  1 2 1/?, 

136//;,  and  148//^. 

To  a  NewTxxncfng  one  Metre  of  tbe  ^Otby^'  il  ^ih» 

Dec,  I.  ^716, 

THE 


X^VVferlS,         THE 

PSALMS  ox^D^r/A 

Imitated  in  the  Language  of  the 

New  Testament, 


Psalm    L     Common  Metre. 
J7js  Way  and  End  if  the  Righteous  and  the  Wichd. 

I  TT^LEST  is  the  Man  who  fhuns  the  Place^ 
1^      VVhere  Sinners  love  to  meet  ; 
-*"-^  Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  Wavsj 
And  hates  the  Scoffer's  Seat, 

2,  But  in  the  Statutes  of  the  Lord,- 
Has  plac'd  his   chief  Delight  ; 
By  Day  he  reads  or  hears  the  Word, 
And  meditates  by  Night. 

3  [He  like  a  Plant  of  generous  Kind 

By  living  Waters  fet. 
Safe  from  the  Storms  and  blading  Wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  State.] 

4  Green  as  the  Leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  his  Profeirion  Ihine  ; 
"While  Fruits  of  HoJinefs  appear 
Like  Cluftars  on  the  Vine. 

A  4.  '^  No^ 


2  P  S  A  L  M    I. 

5  Not  fo  the  Impious  and  Unjuft  ; 

What  vain  Defigns  they  forrh  \ 
Their  Hopes  are  blown  away  hk.e  Dull:, 
Or  Chaff  before  the  Storm. 

6  Sinners  in  Tud<imeiu  (ball  not  Hand 

Amongit  tlie  Sons  ot  Grace, 
When  Chr:Jl  the  Judge  at  his  Right-hand 
Appoints  his  Saints  a  Place* 

7  Flis  Eye  bcl>o!ds  the. Path  they  tread, 

Flis  Heart  approves  it  well  ; 
But  crooked  Ways  of  Sinners  lead; 
Down  to  the  Gates  of  Hell. 

P  s  A  L  :  I     I.     Short  Metre. 

The  Saint  hapfy^    the  Sinner  7nijerahk, 

I  'T^HE  Man  is  ever  bleii 

-^       Wlio  iViuns  the  Sinner's  Ways>, 
Among  their  Cour.feJs  r;ever  (lands, 
Kor  takes  the  Scorner's  Place. 

a  Bu:  makes  tlie  Law  of  GOD 
His  Study   and  Delight, 
Anudir  tlie.  Labours  or  the  Day, 
And  Watches  of  the  Night. 

3  He  like  a  Tree  fliall  thrive, 

Witii  Vv'arers  near  the  Root  : 
frefh  as  t!)e  Leaf  his  Name  (hall  live. 
His  Works  are  b.eav'nly  Fruit. 

4  No^' fo  th'    ungodly  Race, 

They  no  fuch  Bleflings  find  : 
Their  Hop^fs  (hall  ilee  like  empty  Chaft". 
Bciore  the  driving  Wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  lland 

iiei'ore  that'  Judgiiient  Seat,. 

Where 


Where  all  the  Saints  at  ChY'iff^  Ril 
In  full  Aflembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows  and  he  approves 

The  Way  the  Righteous  go  : 
But  Sinners  and  their  Works  iiiali  meet' 
A  dreadful  Overthrow, 

Psalm     I.     Long  Metre. 
^he  'Difference  between  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked^ 

2  "LJAPPY  ihe  Man,  whofe  cautio\is  Feet 
■^^  Shun  the  broad  Way.  that  Sinners  go. 
Who  hates  the  Place  where  Atheifts  nrieetj 
And  fears  to  talk  as  Scoffers  do. 

2  Ke  loves  t'employ  his  Mcrning-Light 
Amongfl  the  Statutes  of  the  Lord ; 

And  fpcr.ds  the  wakeful  Hours  of  Nighty 
W^ith  Pleafure  pond'ring  o'er  the  Word. 

3  He,  like  a  Plant  by  gentle  Streams^ 
Shall  flounfh  in  immortal  Green  ; 

And  Ktav'n  will  ftnne  with  kindeft  Beams^ 
On  ev'ry  Work  his  Hands  begin. 

4  But  Sinners  find  their  Counfels^  crofs^d  j 
As  Chaff  before  the  Tempefi:  flies  ; 

So  fhsJl  their  Hopes  be  blown  and  lofl:. 
When  the  laft  Trunvpet  iliakes  the  Skies.- 

5  In  vain  the  Rebel  feeks  to  Hand 

In  Judgment  with  the  pious  Race  ; 

The  dreadful  Judge  with  f^ern  Gommand 

Divides  iiim  to  a  different  Place, 

6-  *'  Strait  is  the  Way  my  Saints  have  vld^^ 
'^  I  blefs'd  the  Path,  and  drew  it  plain  ; 
*'  But  you  would  chufe  the  crooked  Road  | 
^'  And  duwn  it  leads  to  cndiefs  Pain, 


PSALM    11. 

Not  fo  tl"  s  A  L  M    II.     Short  Metre. 

Whiated  according  to  the  Divine  Patt-ern^ 
Th- '         ^        Jcis  iv,   24,  <ffc, 
Chrifl:  Dyings  i^S%>  inter ceeding^  and  Reigning, 
\  [jyrAKER  and  Sovereign  Lord 

Of  Heaven,  and  tarth,  and  Seas, 
Tiiy  Providence  confirms  thy  Word, 
And  anfwer  thy  Decrees. 

i  The  Things  fo  long  foretold 
By  David  are  fuifil'd, 
V/hen  yews  and  Gentiles  ]om  to  flay 
Jefus,  thine  holy  Child.] 

\  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage. 
And  Jews  vvith  one  Accord 
Bend  all  their  Counfels  to  de(iroy 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

[  Rulers  and  Kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  Defign  ; 
Againft  the  Lord  their  Pow'rs  unite, 
Agairift  his  Chrift  they  join. 

;  The  Lord  derides  their  Rage, 
And  will  fupport  his  Throne  ; 
He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  Dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  bon. 
Pause. 
)  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

And  afks  to  rule  the  Earth  ; 
The  Merit  of  his  Blood  he  pleads. 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  Birth, 
He  aflcs,   and  God  beflows 

A  large  Inheritance  ;  4^ 

Far  as  the  Wadd's  remoteft  Ends 

His  Kingdom  (hall  advance.  8  The 


p  B  A  L  M    II.  5 

8  Tlie  Nations  that  rebel 

Muft  teel   his  Iron  Rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thoie  Honours  well 
Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 

9  [Be  wife,  ye  Rulers,  now, 

And  worfliip  at  his  Throne  ; 
With  trembling  Joy,  ye  People  bow^  . 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 
JO  If  once  his  Wrath  Hrife, 

Ye  perifn  on  the  Place; 
Then  blefled  is  the  Soul  that  flies 

For  Refuge  to  his  Grace] 

Psalm     IT.     Common  Metre,  - 

1  ^^'HY  did  the  Nations  join  to  flay 

^  ^       The  Lord's  Anointed  Son  ? 

Why  did  they  caft:  his  Laws  away. 

And  tread  his  Gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  Skies^  . 

Derides  their  Rage  below. 
He  fpeaks  with  Vengeance  in  his  Eyes^ 
And  ftrikes  their  Spirits  through. 

3  "  I  call  him  my  Eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  Dead  5 
'**  I  make  my  holy  Flill  his  Throne^ 
And  wide  his  Kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  AfK  me  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

"  The  utmoft  Heathen  Lands  : 
*'  Thy  Rod  of  Iron  /hail  deftroy  . 
«'  The  Rebel  that  withftands. 

5  Be  wife,  ye  Rulers  of  the  Earth,  . 

Obey  th'  Anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  oi  heav'nlv  Birth, 

And  tremble  at  his  WofC  ^  With 


6  P  S  ^  L  M    II. 

6_WIth  humble  Love  addrefs  his  Throne,. 
For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 
Thofe  are  f^cure,  and  tliofe  alone 
Who  on  his  Grace  rely. 

P  s  A  L  M     II.      Long  Metre. 
ChrilVs  Deaths  Rsfurredlion^  and  Jfcenfion. 
5   W/"^"^  ^'^  ^^^^  Jtws  proclaim  their  Rage  ? 
The  Rojiiam  why  their  Swords  employ  ?' 
Againft  the  Lord  their  Powers  engage 
His  dear  anointed  to  deftroy  ? 

2  ''  Come,,  let  us  break  his  Bands,  they  fay,. 
'*  This  Man  fliall  never  give  us  Laws  \ 
And  thus  they  cad  his  Yoke  away. 

And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  Crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  Glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  Pride,  their  Rage  controuls  : 
Hi'll  vex  their  Hearts  with  inward  Pains, 
And  fpeak.  in  Thunder  to  their  Souls. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
"  On  Z'lons  everiafting  Hill, 

**  My  Hand  fhall  bring  him  from  the  Dead^ 
"  And  he  fhall  ftand  your  Sov'reign  ftill, 

5  [His  wondrous  ri fin g  from  the  Earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heavenly  Birth  : 
*'  This  Day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  Right-hand, 
^'  There  thou  fnalt  afk,  and  I  bellow 

''  The  urmo:^  Bounds  of  Heathen  Lands  ; 
^'  To  Tli^e  the  Northern  Ifles  fliall  bow.  ] 

7  But  natio;is  that  refift  his  Grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  Iron  Stroke; 

His  Rod  Onll  jfulh  his  Foes  with  Eafe, 

As  Potters  EarihcnVv^ork  is  broke.      Pause. 

I 


Pause. 
8,  Mow  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  Thrones, 
Be  wife,  and  Tervs  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  : 
New  to  his  Fstt  fubmit  your  Crowns, 
Rejoyce  and  tremble  at  his  Name. 

9  With  humble:  Love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  g«ow  angry,  and  ye  die  -, 

His  Wrath  will  burn  to  Worlds  unknown,,. 
If  ye  provoke  his  Jealoufy. 

10  His  Stfsrms  (hall  drive  you  quick  to  Hell, . 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  Duft  : 

Happy  the  Souls  that  know  him  well. 
And  make  his  Grace  their  only  Truft. 

Psalm    III.     Common  Metre. 

Dsuks  and  Fears  fupprefs  d  ;  or,.  G^d.  our  Defers 
from  Sin  and  Satan, 

I   TV/f  Y  God,  how  many  are  my  Fears  ? 
•^'-'   How  faft  my  foes  increafe  ? 
Confpiring  my  eternal  Death, 
They  break  my  prefent  Peace. 
2. The  lying  Tempter  would  perfwade 
Thcre^s  no  Relief  in  Heaven, 
And  all  my  fwelling  Sins  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiven. 

3  But  thou,  my  Glory,  and  my  Strengths,.. 

Shalt  on  the  Tempter  tread, 
Shalt  iilence  all  my  threatning  Guilt,, 
And  raife  my  drooping  Head. 

4  [I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  Hill 

He  bow'd  a  liftning  Ear  ; 
J'call'd  my  Father,  and  my  God, 
And  he  fubdu^ii  mv  Fear» 


? 


"8  PSALM    III. 

5  He  {hed  foft  Slumbers  on  mine  Eyes 

In  fpight  of  all  my  Foes  ; 
I  Vokc  and  wonder'J  at  the  Grace 
That  guarded  my  Repofe  ] 

6  What  tho'  the  Holts  or  Death  and  Hell 

All  arm'd  againil  me  Hood  : 
Terrors  no  more  ihall  (hake  my  Soul ; 
My  Refuge  is  my  God. 

7  A-rife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  Grace^ 

While   I  thy  Glory  fing  : 
My  God  has  broke  the  Serpent's  Teeth,, 
And  Death  has  loll:  his  Sting. 

8  Salvation  to  the   Lord  belongs. 

His  Arm  alone  can  fave  ; 
Eiefiings  attend  thy  People  here. 
And  reach  beyond  the  Grave. 

P  s  A  L  M    IIL  I,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre. 
A  Morning  Pfalm. 

1  r\  Lord,  how  many  are  my  Foes 

^^  In  this  weak  State  of  Flefli  and  Blood  ? 
My  Peace-they  daily  difcom.pofe, 
But  my  Defence  and  Hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  Burdens  of  the  Day, 
To  Thee  1  rais'd  an  Evening  Cry  : 
Thou  heardft  when  I  began  to  pray. 
And  thine  Almighty  Help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  Aid 
I  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure  : 

Not  Death  (hould  make  my  Heart  afraid, 
Though  I  (houM  -wake  aiKl  rife  no  more. 

4  But 


P  S  ^  L  M    TV. 

4  But  God  fullain'd  me  ail  the  Night  ; 
Salvation  doih  to  God  belong  : 
He  rais'd  my  Head  to  fee   the  Light, 
And  makes  his  Praile  my  Morning  Song. 

Psalm  IV,   i,  2,  3,  5,  6,  7.     Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  Prayer  \    or,   GOD    onr  Portion^  and 
Chrill:  our  Hope, 

I   r\  God  of  Grace  and  R^ighreoufnefs, 
^-^  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  v 
Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  DiftrelSj 
Bow  dovv'n  a  gracious  Ear  again^ 

1  Ye  Sons  of  Men  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  Glory  into  Shame  ; 
How  long  will  Scoffers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  Name  ?' 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  Saint* 
From  all  the  Tribes  of  Men  befide  5 
He  hears  the  Cry  of  Penitents 

For  the  dear  Sake  of  Chr'ift  that  dy'd.. 

4  When  our  obedient  Hands^  have  done 
A  thoufand  Works  ol"  Righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  Truft  in  God  alone. 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  Grace, 

5  Let  the  unthinking  Many  fay, 

"  IVho  will  hejowfome  earthly  Good  P 
But,  Lord,  thy  Light  and  Love  we  pray  • 
Our  Souls  deiire  this  heavenly  Food. 

6  Then  (hall,  my  chearful  Pow'rs  rejoyce 
At  Grace  and  Favour  fo  divine. 

Nor  will  1  change  my  happy  Choice 
For  all  their  Corn,  and  all  their  Wine. 

Psalm 


no  PS  A  L  M  IV,  V. 

P  s  A  L  M  IV.  Ver.  3,  4.  5,  8.  Common  Metre* 
An  Evening  Hymn. 

1  T  ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  j, 
-^      I  am  for  ever  thine  5 

I  fear  before  thee  all  the  Day, 
Nor  would  1  dare  to  Sin, 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  Head,. 

From  Cares  and  Bulinefs  free, 
'Tis  fweet  converfing  on  my  Bed 
With  my  own  Heart  and  Thee. 

3  I  pay  this  Evening  Sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  Work  is  done. 
Great  God,  my  Faith  and  Hope  relies 
Upon  thy  Grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  m.y  Thoughts  composed  to  Peaces . 

I'll  give  mine  Eyes  to  fleep  : 
Thy  Hand  in  Safety  keeps  my  Days, 
And  will  my  Slumbers  keep. 

P    S    A    L    M     V. 

For  the  Lord's  Day  Aborning. 

1  T   ORD,  in  the  Morning  thou  fhalt  hear 
■^     My  Voice  afcending  high  ; 

To  Thee  will  I  dire<5l  my  Pray'r, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  Eye. 

2  Up  to  the  Hills  where  ChriJ^  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  Saints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  Throne 
Our  Songs  and  our  Complaints. 

2  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  Sight 

The  Wicked  Ihall  not  f^and. 

Sinners  fhall  ne'er  be  thy  Delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  Hand. 

4  Bu 


P  S  A  L  M  Yl. 

4  But  to  thy  Houfe  will   I  refort^ 

To  taite  thy  Mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  H^ly  Courts 
And  worfhip  in  thy  Fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  Feet    - 

In  Ways    of  Righteoufnefs  ! 
Make  every  Path  of  Duty  ilrait. 
And'  plain  before  my  Face. 
Pause. 

6  My  watchful  Enemies  combine. 

To  tempt  my  Feet  aftray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  Deiign, 
To  make  my  Soul  their  Prey. 

7  Lord,  crufnthe  Serpent  in  the  Dull, 

And  all  his  Plots   deftroy  ; 
While  thofe  that  in  thy  Mercy  trull. 
For  ever  fhojiit  for  Joy. 
8.  The  Men  that  love  and  fear  thy  Name, 
Shall  fs:e  their  Hopes  fulfilFd  j 
The  mighty   God  will  compafs  them 
With  Favour  as  a  Shield. 

P  s  A  L  M    VI.     Common  Metre. 
Compiaint  i?i  iiicknef^  j  or,  Difeafes  heakdl 

1  iN  A^nger,  Lord,  rebuke,  me  not, 
^  Withdrav/  the  dreadful  Storm  ; 
Nor  let  thy  Fury  grow  fo  hot 

Again  ft  a  feeble  Worm. 

2  My  Soul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  Cares,. 

MyFlefli  with  Pain  opprefs'd  : 
My  Couch  is  Witnefs  to  my  Tears, 
My  i  ears  forbid  my  Relt- 


■^  Sorrow  and  Pain  wear  out  my  Days  ; 
W    I  waf!e  the  Night  with  Cries,        C 


Cour# 


12  T  S  A  L  M  ^\ 

Counting  the  Minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  Morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  flill  tormented  more  ? 

My  Eyes  confum'd  with  Grief  ? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  Hand  afford  Relief  ? 

5  He  hears  when  Dud  and  Afhes  fpeakj 

He  pities  all  our  Groans, 
He  laves  us  for  his  Mercies  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  Bones*, 

6  The  Virtue  of  his  fovereign  Word, 

Rel^orts  our  fainting  Breath  ; 
For  filent  Graves  praife  not  the  Lord^ 
Nor  rs  he  known  in  Death. 

P  s  A  L  M    VI.    Long  Metre. 
Temptations  hi  Sicknefs  overcome. 

1  T   ORD,  I  can  fufFer  thy  Rebukes, 

^  When  Thou  with  Kindnefs  doft  chaftlfe 
But  thy  fierce  Wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 

2  Pity  my  languifhing  Eftate, 

And  cafe  the  Sorrows  that  I  feel  ; 

The  Wounds  thine  heavy  Hand  hath  made, 

O  let  thy  gentler  Touches  heal  ! 

3  See  how  I  pafs  my  v.xary  Days 

In  Sighs  and  Groans  \  and  when  'tis  Night, 
My  Bed  is  water'd  with  my  Tears  ; 
My  Grief  confumes,  and  dims  my  Sight. 

4  Lock  how  the  Pov>^ers|p  Nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long  ?  / 
When  fhall  thine  Hour  of  Grace  return// 
When  lliail  I  make  thy  Grace  my  Soi^; 


PSALM  VII.  ij 

5  I  ht\  my  Flefn  fo  near  the  Grave, 
My  Thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpah* : 
But  Graves  can  never  praife  the  Lordy 
For  all  is  Duft  and  Silence  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  Tempters,  from  my  Soul  ; 
And  all  defpairing  Thoughts  depart ; 
My  God,  v/ho  hears  my  humble  Moan, 
Will  eafe  my  Flefn,   and  chear  my  Heart. 

P  s  A  L  M     VII. 
God's  Care  of  his  People^  andPimijlmunt  ofFerfecuiors* 

1  ]V/|Y  Truft  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
iVl     jvyjy  i^ope  jn  Thee,  my  God  : 
Rife  and  my  helplefs  Life  defend 

From  thcfg  that  feck  my  Blood* 

2  With  Iniblence  and  Fury  they 

My  Soul  in  Pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  Lions  rend  the  Prey 
When  no  Deliverer's  near. 

3  li  I  had  e'er  provok'd  them  firf!^ 

Or  once  abus'd  my  Foe, 
Then  let  him  tread  my  Life  to  Dufl^ 
And  lay  mine  Honour  iow» 

4  \i  there  be  Malice  found  in  mcc, 

I  know  thy  piercing  Eyes  ] 
I  Tnould  not  dare  appeal  to  The© 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,    lift  up  tiiy  Hand^ 

Their  Pride  and  Pow'r  controul  ; 
Awake  to  Judgment,  and  commsnd 
Deliv'rance  for  my  Soul. 

6  [Let  Sinners,   and  thtii-  wicked  Rage 

Be  humibled   to  the  Duft  \ 
Shall  not  the  God  of  Truth  engage 

To  vindicate  the  Juft  !  7  He- 


14  P  S  ^  L  M  VIII. 

7  He  knows  the  Heart,   he  tries  the  Rein% 
Pl-e  will  defend  th*  Upright : 
His  (harpeft  Arrows  he  crdains 
Againll  the  Sons  of  Spight. 
S  For  me  their  Malice  digg'd  a  Pit,. 
But  there  tkemlelves  are  ca(t  ;. 
My  God  makes  ali  tiieir  Mifchief  Jigh!r 
On  their  own  Heads  at  iail.] 
9  That  cruel  perfecuting  Race 

Mud  feel  his  dreadful  Sword  : 
Awake  my  Soul,  and  praife  the  Grace 
And  Juftice  of  the  Lord. 

P  s  A  L  M    VIII.     Short  Metre. 
Gcd's  Sovereignty  and  Goodnejs  ;  and  Man^sDomlnian 
over  the  Creatures, 

I  f\  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 
^^     Thy  Name  is  all  Divine  ; 
Thy  Glor-ies  round  the  Earth  are  fpread. 
And  o'er  the  Heav'ns  theylhine. 

.2  When  to  thy  Works  on  high. 
I  raife  my  wond'ring  Eyes, 
And  fee  the  Moon  complete  in  Light 
Adorn  the  darkfome  Skies : 

3  When  I  furvey  the  Stars 

And  all  their   fining  Forms, 
Lord,  what  is  Man,  that  worthlefs  Thing 

A-kin  to  Durt  and  Worms  ? 
4.  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  Man, 

That  thou  Hiouidft  love  him  fo  ? 
Next  to  thine  Angela  is  he  plac'd. 

And  Lord  of  all  below. 
5  Thine  Honours  crown  his  Head, 

While  Bcaib,  hke  Slaves  obey,  And 


^' 


And  Birds  that  cut  the  Air  wiih  "VVJn.gs, 
And  Filh  that  clea-Ye  the  Sea. 

6  How  rich  thy  Bounties  are  ! 

And  wond'rous  are  thy  Ways  : 
Oi  Duft  and  Worms  thy  Povv'r  can  frame 
A  Monutnent  of  Praiie. 

7  [Out  of  the  Mouths  of  Babes 

And  Sucklings,  thou  canft  draw 
Surprizing  Honoirs  to  thy  Name, 
And  ftrike  the  World  with  Awe. 

2>  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King, 
Thy  Name  is  all  Divine  : 
Thy  Glories  round  the  Earth  is  fpread. 
And  o'er  the  Heav'ns  they  Ihine.l 

Psalm    NWl.    Common  Metre. 
Chrifl's  Condefcention  and  Ghrificaiion  \    or,    God 

made  ■  Ivlan. 
I  r\  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
^^    Is  thine  exalted  Name! 
The  Glories  of  thy  heav'nly  State 
Let  Men  and  Eabes  proclaim. 

■2  When  I  behold  thy  Works  on  high. 
The  Moon  that  rules  the  Night, 
And  Stars  that  well  adorn  the  Sky, 
Thofe  moving  Worlds  of  Light ; 

3  Lord,  what  is  Man,  or  all  his  Race, 

Who  dvv-elis  fo  far  below. 
That  thou  ihouidft  vifit  him  with  Grace^ 
And  \qm^  his  Nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  (hould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  Form, 
Made  lower  than  his  Angels  are, 
,   To  fave  a  dying  Worm.  5  [Yet 


5  L-    -  v^nile  he  liv'd  c..  rr  t/^  C   J     > 

And  Men  would  i'f_..  ^*|^,     . 
Th'  obedient  Seas  and  Fiflies  own 
His  Godhead  and  his  Pow'r; 

6  The  Waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  Feet, 
■    And  F.di  at  his  Command 

Bring  their  large  Shoals  to  Peter  s  Net, 
Bring  Tribute  to  his  Hand. 

7  Thefe  lefler  Glories  cf  the  Son 

Shone  through  the  fleihiy  Cloud  ; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  Throne, 
And  Men  confefs  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  MajeOy  - 

Who  bow'd  his  Head  to  Death  ;      (  .^ 
And  be  his  Honour  founded  high. 
By  all  Things  thatiiave  Breath. 

9  J^fi^i  <^ur  Lord,  ho  v  wondrous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  Name  ! 
Tlie  Glories  of  thy  heavenly  State 
Let  the  whole  Earth  proclaim. 

P  s  A  L  M    VIIL  PW.  I.  2.  Paraphrased. 

Firji  Part,     Long  Metre. 

TheHohnn^LoftheChiidren  ;  Or^Infants praijing  God, 

1  A  LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  Skies,    ". 

■^^  Thro'the  wide  Earth  thy  Name  is  fpread. 

And  thine  eternal  GlorieSTife 

O'er  all  the  Heav'ns  thy  Hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  Voices  of  the  Young, 
A  Monument  of  Honour  raife  ; 
And  Babes  with  uninftrudled  Tongue 
Declare  the  Wonders  of  thy  Praile, 

3  Thy 


PSALM  IX  i^ 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  Gates  of  Death 

Does  his  own  Children  raife  ; 
In   Z/Ws  Gates  with  chearful  Breath 
They  fing  their  Father's  Praife. 

3  His  Foes  fhall  fall  with  heedlefs  Feet 

Into  the  Pit  they  made  ; 
And  Sinners  perifh  in  the  Net 

That  their  own  Hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  Judgment,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  Counfels  known  ; 
When  Men  of  Mifchief  are  deftroy'd, 
-  The  Snare  muft  be  their  own. 

Pause. 

5  The  Wicked  fl^iall  fink  down  to  Kel'i ; 

Thy  Wrath  devour  the  Lands 
That  dare  forget  Thee,  or  rebel 
Agamft  thy  known  Commands. 

6  Thot^  Saints  to  fore  Didrefs  are  broughtj 

And  wait  and  long  complain, 
Their  Cries  fhall  not  be  ftill  forgot. 
Nor  ihall  their  Hopes  be  vain. 

7  [Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  Seat 

To  judge  and  fave  the  Poor  ; 
Let  Nations  tremble  at  thy  Feet, 
And  Man  prevail  no  more. 

8  Thy  Thunder  (hall  affright  the  Proud, 

And  put  their  Hearts  to  Pain, 
Make  'em  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  Men. 

B  FSALM 


Psalm     X. 

Prayer  heardj  and  Saints  faved ;   or,   Pride,  Aiheifin 
and  Opprejfton  piini/Dd, 

■*f  For  a  Humiliation  Day. 

1  TX/'HY  doth  the  Lord  Hand  off  fo  far  ?   • 

^'     And  why  conceal  his  Face, 
When  great  Calamities  appear, 
And  Times  of  deep  Diilrefs  ? 

2  Lord,  (hall  the  Wicked  ftill  deride 

Thy  Jiiftice  and  thyPow'r  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  Heads  in  Pride, 
And  ftill  thy  Saints  devour  ? 

3  They  put  thy  Judgments  from  their  Sight, 

And  then  infult  the  Ppor  5 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  Height, 
That  they  (hall  fall  no  more. 

A  A^rife,  O  God,   lift  up  thine  Hand,] 
•Attend  our  humble  Cry  ; 
No  Enemy  Ihall  dare  to  Ihnd 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 
Pause. 

5  Why  do  the  Men  of  Malice  rage. 

And  fay  with  foolifh  Pride, 
'•  The  GOD  cf  Heaven  vjiil  ne'er  Engage 
"  ?5  fight  en  Zion's  Side. 

6  BiU  thou  for  ever  art  cur  Lord  ; 

And  powerful  is  thine  Hand, 
As  when  the  Heathens  felt  thy  Sword, 
And  periih'd  from  thy  Land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  Hearts  to  pray, 

And  caufe  thine  Ear  to  liear ; 
He  hearkens  what  his  Children  fay, 

And  puts  the  World  in  fc2r.  8  Proud 


% 


P  S  ^  L  M  _  XL  21 

S  Proud  Tyrants  Hiall  no  more  opprsfs, 
No  more  defpife  the  Jull ; 
And  miglny  Sinners  fnall  confefs 
They'are  but  Earth  and  Duft. 

F  s  A  L  M     XI. 

God  loves  the  Righteous,  and  hates  the^  JVicked. 

I   V/jY  Refuge  is  tl^e  God  of  Love, 
X^L  Why  do  my  Foes  infult  and  cry,. 
**  Fly  like  a  iimrous  trenihling  Dove, 
"  1^0  difiani  Woods  or  Mountains  fly, 

7.  If  Government  be  all  deflroy'd, 
.  (That  firm  Foundation  of  our  Peace) 
And  Violence  makes  Juftice  vo'd, 
Where  (hall  the  Righteous  feek  Ps^edrefs  ! 

3  The  Lord  in  Heaven  has  fix'd  his  Throne, 
His  Eye  furveys  the  World  below  ; 

To  him  all  mortal  Things  are  known, 
~His  Eye-lids  fearch  our  Spirits  through. 

4  If  he  sfflicSls  his  Saints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  Love,  and  try  their  Gracej 
What  may  the  bold  Tranfgrefibrs  fear  r 
His  very  Soul  abhors  their  'Ways. 

5  On  impious  Wretches  he  fnall  rain 
Tempefts  of  Brimflone,  Fire  and  Death, 
Such  as  lie  kindled  on  the  Plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  Breath. 

b  The  righteous  Lord  lov^  rightcDus  Souls, 
V/hofe  Thoughts  and  A(5lions  are  fmcere, 
And  with  a  gracious  Eye  beholds 
The  Men  that  his  own  Image  bear. 

-       B    2  FSAL^ 


22  P  S  A  L  M    XII. 

r  3  A  X  M    XI!.     Long  Metre. 

The  Sairifs  Safety  and  Hope  in  ez'JI Timcj  :  'Or, \Sws 
cf  the  To-figue  complain  d  cf^  viz.  Blafphemy^  Fal^ 
Jlood,  &c.# 

1  T    ORD,  if  thou  doll  not  foon  appear, 
•^^-^  Vertue  and  Truth  v.-ill  fly  away  ^ 
A  faithful  Man  amongil:  us  here, 
Will  fcarce  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

2  The  whole  Difcourfe  when  Neighbours  meet, 
Is  fill'd  with  Trifles  loofe  and  vain  ; 

Their  Lips  arc  Flatt'ry  and  Deceit, 
And  their  proud  Language  is  profane. 

3  But  Lips  that  w^ith  Deceit  abound 
Shall  not  maintain  their  Triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  V^engeance  will  confound 
The  flattVing  and  blafpheming  Tongue. 

4  Yet  jhall  our  V/ords  be  free,  they  cry  ; 

"  Our  Tongues  Jhall  be  controul'dhy  none  : 
''  IP' here  is  the  Lord  ivill  ajk  us  why  ? 
'*  Or  fay^  our  Lips  are  not  our  oivn  ? 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  Poor  opprefs'd, 
And  hears  th'  OpprciTor's  haughty  Strain, 
Will  rife  to  give  his  Children  Refl, 
Nor  fiiall  they  truft  his  Word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  Word,  O  Lcr.d,  tho'  often  try'd, 
Void  of  Deceit  fliall  ftill  appear; 
Not  Silver  feven  times  purify'd 

From  Drofs  and  Mixture  fhines  fo  clear. 

7  7'hy  Grace  (hall  in  the  darkeft  Hour 
Defend  the  holy  Soul  from  Harm  : 
Tho'  when  the  vileft  Men  have  Pow'r, 
On  every  Side  will  Sinners  fvvarm. 

Psalm 


lint  of  a  general  Corrubt'nn  of  Manners  :   Gr, 
Profnife  &  Signs  ofChn{i's  corning  tojudgmcnt. 


P  S  A  L  M    XII. 

SAL  M    Xll.     Common  \4etre. 

Comtlai 
The 

I-  TTELP,  Lord,  for  Men  of  Virtue  fail, 
^-^    Religion  lofes  GrourAi  ; 
The  Sons  of  V^iolence  prevail. 
And  Treacheries  abcjind. 

2  Their  Oaths  and  Proniifes  they  breakp 

Yet  ad:  the  Fjatterer's  Part ; 
With  fair  deceitful  Lips  they  fpeak. 
And  vv'iiii  a  double  Heart. 

3  li  we  reprove  fome  hateful  Licj 

How  is  their  Fury  ftir'd  r 
'■^  Are  not  our  Lips  oip'  oivn^  they  cry, 
''  And  whofnall  be  our  Lord  ^ 

4  Scoffers-  appear  on  every  Side, 

Where  a  vile  Race  of  Men 
Is  rais'd  to  Seats  of  Fow'r  and  Pride, 
And  bears  the  Sword  in  vain. 

Pa  u  3  E. 

5  Lord,  when  Iniquities  abound. 

And  Blafphemy  grows  bold,. 
When  Faith  is   Iiardly  to  be  founds 
And  Love  is    waxen  cold  -, 

6  Is   not  thy  Chariot  hafi'ning  on  ; 

Hail:  tliou  not  giv'n  the  bign  r 
May  v^e  not  trufc    and  live  upon 
A  Promife  fb  divine  ? 

^7  «^  Yes,  iaith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife^ 
*'  And  make  OppreiTors  flee  ; 
<-'  I  (hall  appear  to  their  Surprize, 
^^  And  let  my  Servants  free. 

B  3  8  TI 


4  PSALM    XIII. 

8  Thy  Word,  like  Silver  feven  Times  try'd. 
Thro'  Ages  Iball  endure  ; 
Til e  Men  that  in  thy  Truth  confide 
Shall  find  the  Promife  fure. 

Psalm     XIII.     Long  Metre. 

Pleading  %vUh  God  under  Defiriion  :  Or,  Hope  In 
*  Darknejs. 

I  TjOW  Jong,  O  Lord,  fhall  I  complain, 
^^  Like  one,  til  at  feeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
CanH:  thou  tlty  Face  for  ever  hide  ? 
And  1  fiill  pray,   and  be  deny'd  ? 

1  Shall  I  forever  be  forjziot, 
.  As  one  whom  thou  regarded  not  ? 
Still  ihall  my  Soul  thine  Abfence  mourn  I 
And  ilill  dejpair  of  thy  Return  ? 

3  How  long  fliall  my  poor  troubled  Breaff 

Be  with  thefe  anxious  Thoughts  opprefs'd  ? 
A>nd  Satan,  my  malicious  ¥q^, 
Rejoyce  to  fee  rre  funk  fo  low. 

^,   Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  Pvclief, 
Before  my  Death  conclude  my  Grief, 
It  thcu  with-lio'd  thy  hcsv'iily  Liglit, 
1  Heep  in  everlailirig  Night. 

5  Hov^  Vv'ill  the  Pow'rs  of  Darknefs  boaft, 
ff  but  one  praying  Soul  be  loft  ? 
But  J  have  truftcd  in  thy  Grace, 
lAnd  fnall  again  behold  thy  Face. 

fe>  Whate'cr  my  Fees  or  Fears  fuggeli, 
Tliou  art  my  Hope,  my  Joy,  my  Refi-, 
My  Heart  lliall  feci  thy  Love,  zn<\  raife 
My  chearrui  Voice  to  Songs  of  Praifc. 

TSALM 


P  S  .4  L  M    XIIL  25 

Psalm     XIII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  under  Temptations  of  the  Devi!.. 

1  "OOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  Face  ? 
*-^    My  God,  how  Jong  delay  ? 
When  (hall  I  ittl  thofe  heavenly  R.ays 

That  chafe  my  Fears  away  ?       ' 

2  How  long  ihall  my  poor  lab'ring  Spiil 

WreAle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  Word  can  all  my  Foe^'contronl, 

And  eafe  my  raging  Pain."^^*^^^^ 

3  See  how  the  Prince  of  Darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  Arts, 
He  fpreads  a  Mift  around  my  Eyes, 
And  throws  his  ,  fiery  Darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  Sun,  and  thou  my  Shield, 

My  Soul  in  Safety  keep  ; 
Make  hafte  before  mine  Eyes  are  feal'd. 
In  Death's  eternal  Sleep. 

5  How  would  the  Tempter  boafl  aloud 

If   I  become  his  Prey  ! 
Behold  the  Sons  of  Hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo  long  Delay. 

6  But  they  fnall  fly  at  thy  Rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  Head  ; 
He   knows  the  Terrors  of  thy  Look,. 
And  hears  thy  Voice  with  Dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fovereign  Grace 

Where  all  my  Hopes  have  irung  5 
I  (hail  employ  my  Lips  in  Praife, 
And.Vicl'ry  fiiall  be  fung. 

3..4_  Psalm 


:6  F  S  ^  L  M    XIV. 

Psalm    XIV.     Firft  Part; 
By  Nature  all  Men  are  Sinners, 

1  ■pOOLS  in  their  Hearts  believe  and  fay, 
-*-     "  Ti:iat  all  Religion's  vain, 

*'  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high,.. 
«'  Or  minds  th'  Affairs  of  Men» 

2  From  Thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane 

Corrupt  Difcourfe  proceeds  ; 
And  in  their  impious  Hands  are  found  ' 
Abominable  Deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  Celeftial  Throne 

Look'd  dio\^n  on  Things  beiow, 
To  find  x\vz  Man  that  fought  his  Grace, 
Or  ^'i^  his  Juftice  know. 

4  Ey  Nature  all  are  gone  aftray. 

Their  Pia<51ice  all  the  fame; 
There's:  none  that  fears  his- Maker's  Handj,, 
There's  none  that  love's  his  Name. 

^  Their  Tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  Deceit, 
Their  Slanders  never  ceafe  ; 
Ho  TV  fwift  to  Mifchief  are  their  Feet  s 
Nor  know  the  Paths  of  Peace. 

h  Such  Seeds  of  Sin  (that  bitter  Root) 
In  ev'ry  He^rt  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  Fruit, 
Till  Grace  refine  the  Ground. 

Psalm     XIV.     Second  Part, 
The  Folly  of  Perfecutcrs. 

[     A  R-E  Sinners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
"^^    That  they  the  Saints  devour  ? 
And  never  worlhip  at  thy  Thrcnc, 
Nor  h:Lr  thine  awful  Pow'r  I 

2  Great 


P-  BALM    XT.  2.7 

2  Great  God,    appear  to  their  Surprize, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  Name  ; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  Wrath  defpifej 
Nor  turn  our  Hope  to  Shame. 

3  Doft   thou  not  dwell  among  the  JuH, 

And  yet  our  Foes  deride, 
That  we  &ould  make  thy  Name  our  Trud,. 
Great  God,  confound  their  Pride. 

4.  O  that  the  joyful  Day  were  come 
To  finifh  our  Diflrefs  ! 
When  God  fhall  bring  his  Children  home. 
Our  Songs  ihall  never  ceafe. 

P  s  A  L  M     XV.  Common  Metre. 

Charaolers  of  a  Saint:  Or,  yf  Citizen  of  Zion  5 
Or,  The  ^ahfcaiiom  G/a  Chrifiian, 

1  \X7HO  (hall  inhabit  in  thy  Hiil, 

^^    O  God  of  Holin^fs  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near,  his  Throne  of  Grace  ? 

2  The  Man  that  walks  in  pious  W^ay?,  . 

And  works  with  righteous  Hands  5 
That  trufts  his  Maker's  Promifes, 
And  follows  his  Commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  Meaning  of  his  Pleart^ 

Nor  flanders  with  his  Tongue  ^ 
"Will  fcarce  believe    an  ill  Report, 
Nor  do  his  Neighbour  Wrong, 

4  The  wealthy  Sinner  he  contemns. 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  tho'  to  his  own  Hurt  he  fwears>   . 
Still  he  performs  his  Word, 

B  5  ,  5  h;s 


2B  F  ^  A  L  M  XV. 

5  W\i  Hands  difdain  a  golden  Bribe, 
And  never  gripe  the  Poor. 
This  Man  Ihail  dwell  with  God  on  Earthy 
And  find  his  Heaven  fecure. 

P  s  A  L  M     XV,      Long  Metre. 
Religion  and  JujVtce^  Goodnrjs  and  Truth  ;  or,  Duties 
to  GOD  and  Alan  ^    or,    the  ^taUfxations   of  a 
Chnft'ian. 

1  V^/HO  fliail  afcend  thy  heav'nly  Place, 

'  ^     Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  Face  ? 
The  Man  that  minds  Religion  now, 
And  hambly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whofe  Hand-s  are  pure,  whofe  Heart  is  clean  ; 
Whole  Lips  ftill  fpeak  the  Thing  they  mean  ,^ 
No  Slanders  dwell  upon  his  Tongue  : 

Me  hates  to  do  his  Neighbour  Wrong.. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  trufc  an  ill  Report, 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  Neighbour's  Hurt  : 
Sinners  of  State  he  can  defpife. 

But  Saints  are  honour'd  in  his  Eyes.] 

4  [Firm  to  his  Word  he  ever  Hood, 
And  always  makes  his  Promife  good  : 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  Thing  he  fwears,. 
Whatever  Pain  or  Lofs  he  bears.] 

5  [He  never  deals  in   bribing  Gold, 

And  mourns  that  Juilice  Ihould  be  fold  : 
While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  Poor, 
Sv/cet  Charity  attends  his  Door.] 

6  He  loves  his  Enemies,  and  prays 
For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  Face  : 
And  dotli  to  all  Men  Oil!  the  fame 
Ti-uit  he  would  hope  or  widi  from  them. 

7  Yet^ 


r^-A  L  M    XVI.  29 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  Works  are  done, 
His  Soul  depends  on  Grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  Man  thy  Face  diall  fee, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

Psalm    XVI.  Firfi  Part,    Long  Metre. 

ConfeJJion  of  our  Fovcrty  ;  and,  ^a'mts  the  hefl  Com-- 
patjy  :  or.  Good  Works  profit  Men  not  GOD, 

1  pReferve  me,  Lord,  in  Time  of  Need^ 
*     For  Succour  to  thy  Throne  I  ftce, 

,  But  have  no  Merits  there  to  plead  ; 
MyGoodnefs  cannot  reach  to  Thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  Heart  and  Tongue  confeilj. 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 

My  Praiie  can  never  make  thee  bleflj 
Nor  add  nev/  Glories  to  thy  Name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  Saints  on  Earth  may  resp^ , 
Som.e  Profit  by  the  Good  we  do  ^ 
Thefe  are  the  Company  I  keep, 

Thefe  are  the  choiceft  Friends  I  know,  - 

4  Let  others  chufe  the  Sen?  of  Mirth 
To  give  a  ReliQi  to  their  Wine, 

I  love  the  Men  of  heav'niy  Birth. 

Whofe  Thoughts  and  Language  are  divine. 

Psalm  XVL    Second  Part.   Long   Metrs/ 
ChrijTs  Ml- Sufficiency, 

1  TTOW  faft  their  Guilt  and  Sorrows  rife^ 
^-^  Who  hafte  to  feek  fame  Idol  God  ^ 
I  will  not  tade  their  Sacrifice, 

Their  Off'rings  of  forbidden  Blood, 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  Cup, 
And  nobler  Food  to  live  upon  j 
He  for  my  Life  has  ofFer'd  up 

JeJ}4s  his  beft  beloved  Son,-.  3  KI^: 


3  His  Love  is  my  perpetual  FeaO  ; 

By  Diy  his  Counfels  guide  me  right  ; 
And  be  his  Name  for  ever  bleO,  ° 
Who  gives  me  fweet  Advice  by  Night. 

4  I  l"et  him  ftill  before  mine  Eyes  ; 

At  my  Right  hand  he  ftands  prepar'd 
-To  keep  my  Soul  from  all   Surprize,. 
And  be  my  everlafting  Guard. 

P  s  A  L  M    XVI.  7kird  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Ccurags  in  Deaths  and  Hope  cf  the  Refurrcotion. 

1  \AJ  HEN  God  is  nigh,  my  Faith  is  ftrong, 
^^     HiS  Arm  is  my  almighty  Prop  : 

Be  glad,  my  Heart,  rejoyce,  my  Tongue, 
My  dying  Flelh  (ball  reft  in  Hope. 

2  Though  in  the  Duft  I  lay  my  Head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  Soul  for  ever  with  the  Dead, 

Nor  lofe  thy  Children  in  the  Grave. 

3  My  Flefh  fhall  thy  firft  Call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  Duft,  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  flialt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  Way 
Up  to  thy  Throne  above  the  Sky. 

4  There  Streams  of  endlefs  Pleafure  flow  ; 
And  firll  Difcov'ries  of  thy  Grace 
[Which  we  but  tafted  here  below] 
Spread  heav'nly  Joys  thro'  all  the  Place. 

P  s  A  L  Ai  XVI.  I---8.  i^/r/?P^r/.CommonMetre. 

Support  and  Ccunfil  from  GOD  without  Aderit, 
1   C  AVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  Foe  i 
^    In  TJTce  my  Truft  I  place. 
Though  all  the  Good  that  I  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  Grai:e  y 

%  Yet 


2  Yet  if  iriy  God  prolong  my  Breath, 

The    Saints   may  profit  by't  ; 
The  Saints  the  Glory  of  the  Earth, 
The  Men  of' my  Delight. 

3  Let  Heathens  to  their  Idols  hafte, 

And   Worftiip  Wood  or  Stone  3 
But   my  delightful  Lot  is  caft 
Where  the  true  God  is   known, 

4  His  Hand  provides  my  conftant  Food, 

He   fills   my  daily  Cup  ; 
Much  am  I  ^pleas'd  with  prefent  Good^. 
But"  more  rejoice  in  Hope. 

5  God  is  my  Portion  and  my  Joy  ; 

His  Counfels  are  my  Light : 
He  gives  me  fweet  Advice  by  Day,  • 
And  gentle  Hints  by  Night. 

6  My  Soul  w^uld  all  her  Thoughts-  approve 

To  his  all  feeing  Eye  ; 
Not  Death  nor  Hell  my  Hope  fnall  m^ove 
While  fuch  a  Friend  is  nigh. 

F  s  A  L  M  XVL    Second  Part.     Common  Metre, 
The  Death  and  RefurreSfion  of  Chrift. 

1  "  T  Set  the  Lord  before  my  Face, 

-■•     "He  bears  my  Courage  up  : 
"  My  Heart  my  Tongue  their  Joys  exprefs^ 
"  My  Fleih  Hiall  refl  in  Hope. 

2  "  My  Spirit  Lord  thou  wilt  not  leave- 

*'  Vv'here  Souls  departed  are  ; 
''  Nor  quit  my  Body  to  tj;ie  Grave 
*'  To  fee  Corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  Path  of  Life^ 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  Throne  : 
*«  Thy  Courts  immortal  Pleafure  give, 
«^  Thy  Frefence  Joys  unknowa,     4  [Th^s 


52  P  S  A  L  M  XVII. 

4  [Thus  in  the  Name  of  Chrift,  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  fung, 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  Word 
Of  his   Prophetick  Tongue. 

5  Jefus^  whom  every  Saint  adores j. 

Was  crucify'd  and  flain  ; 
Behold  the  Tomb  its  Prey  relloreSj. 
Behold  lie  lives  again. 

6  When  fhall  my  Feet  arife  and  ftand- 

On  Heav'ns  eternal  Hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  Gqd's  Right-hand, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 
Psalm  XVII.     Ver.  i^.^c.     Short  Metre. 
Portion   of  Saints    and  Sinners  ;    or,   Hope  and 
Dejpair  in  Death, 

1  A  RISE,  my  gracious  God, 

"^^     And  make  the  Wicked  flee  ; 

They   are  but  thy  chaftifing  Rod 

Ta  drive  thy  Saints  to  Thee. 

2  Behold  the  Sinner  dies. 

His  haughty  Words  are  vain  ; 
Here  in  this  Life  his  Pleafure  lies. 
And  all  beyond  is  Pain. 

3  Then   let  his  Pride  advance. 

And  boaft  of  all  his  Store  ; 
The  Lord  is  my  Inheritance, 
My  Soul  can  wifli  no  more. 

4  I  fliall  behold  the  Face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  ftand  compleat  in  Righteoufnefss 
W;jih'd  in  my  Saviour's  Blood. 

5  There's  a  new  Heav'n  begun 

When  I  av^ake  from  Death, 
Drcft  in  the  Likenefs  of  thy  Son, 
Aad  draw  immortal  Sreatiu  Fsajlw 


P  S  A  L  M  XVII,XVIII.       J3 

Psalm    XVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Sinner's   Portion  and  Saint's     Hope  ;     or  The 

Heaven  of  feparate  Souh^  and  ibe  RejurreSlion. 

1  T   ORD,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
-^  My  Faith,  rny  Patience,  and  my  Love  5. 
When  Men  of  Spite  againft  me  join, 
They  are  the  Sword,  the  Fland  is  thine. 

2  Their  Hope  and  Portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  Happinefs  they  know, 

^Tis  all  they  feek ;  they  take  their  Shares- 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  Heirs. 

2  What  Sinners   value,  I  redgn  ; 

Lord,   'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 

1   fhall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And   ftand  compleat  in  Righteoufnefs. 

4  This   Life's  a  Drea.m,  an  empty  Show  i 
But  the  bright  World,  to  which  I  go. 
Hath  Joys  fubflantial  and  fineere  \ 
When  ihali  I  wake,  and  find  me  there, 

5  O  glorious   Hour  !  O  blefl  Abode  ! 
I  fliall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  Flelh  and  Sin  no  more  controul 
The  facred   Pleafures   of  the  Soul. 

6  My  Flefli  (hall  flumber  in  the  Ground, 
Till  the   laft  Trumpet's  joyful   Soomd  : 
Then  burfk  the  Chains  with  fweet  Surprize^ 
And  in  my  Saviour's  Image  rife. 

Psalm     XVIIL     Firft  Fart, 
Long  Metre.     Ver.     1  —  6,   15  —  18. 
Deliverance  frcm  Dejpair  ;  or  Temptations  overcome-^ 
i  '"pHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  Strength, 
-*-    My  Rock,  my  Tow'r,  my  high  Defence  ^ 
Thy  mighty  Arm  (hall  be  my  Truft^ 
For  I  have  found  Salyation  thtnce*  s 


P  34  PSALM    XVIir. 

2  Death,  and  the  Terrors  of  the  Grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal   Shade  ; 
While  Floods  of  high  Temptations  rofe,. 
And  made  my  finking   Soul  afraid, 

3  I  faw  the   op'ning  Gates  of  Hell 
With  endlefs  Pains  and   Sorrow  there, 
(Which   none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  Defpair. 

4  In   my  Diftrefs  I  call'd  my  God, 
When  1  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  j 
He  bow'd  his  Ear  to  my  Complaint  ; 
Then  did^  his  Grace  appear  divine. 

5  [With  Speed  he  flew  to  my  Relief, 
As  on  a  Churub's  Wing  he  rode  ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  Lightning  fhone 
The  Face  of  my  Deliv'rer  God. 

6  Temptations   fled  at  his  Rebuke, 
The  Blaft  of  his   Almighty  Breath  ; , 
He   fent   Salvation  from   on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  Deeps  of  Death.] 

7  Great  were  my  Fears,  my  Foes  were  great, . 
A4uch  was  their  Strength, and  more  theirR'age  3 
But  Chr'ijl^  my  Lord,  is  Conqueror  flill 

In  all  the  Wars  that  Devils  wage, 

8  My  Song  forever  fhall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  Hour  ; 
A*lid  give  the  Glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  Mercy  and  his  Pow'r. 

Psalm  XVIIL 
Second  Pari,     Ver.  20— —26.  Long  Metre. 
Sincerity   provd  ar,d  rewarded. 
I  J  ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  Soul  fmcere, 
^    Haft  made  thy  Truth  and  Lave  appear : 

JDefore 


P  3  Jt  L  M    XVIIL  35 

Before  mine  Eyes  I  fet  thy  Laws, 

And  Tliou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  Gaufe. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  Ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  Face : 
Or  if  my  Feet  did  e'er  depart, 
'Twas  never  with  a  wicked  Heart. 

3  What  fore  Temptations  broke  my  Reft  \ 
What  Wars  and  StruggHngs  in  my  Breaft  ! 
But  through  thy  Grac<?  that  reigns  within 

I  guard  againft  my  darhng  Sin. 

4  That  Sin  that  clofe  befets  me  ftill,. 
That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  Will  ;. 
When  fhall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  Pow'r 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 

5  [With  an  impartial  Hand  the  Lord 
D.eals  out  to  Mortals  their  Reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  Souls  ftiall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind.. 

S  The  Juft  and  Pure  fliall  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they  : 
And  Men  that  love  Revenge,  ihall  know, 
God  hath  an  Arm  of  Vengeance  too.] 

P  s  A  L  M  XVIIL    Third  Part.  Ver.  30,  31,  343 
35,  46.  ^c.     Long  Metre. 
Rejoicing  in  GOD  ;  or,  Sahaticn  and  Triumph, 

1  lUST  are  thy  Ways,  and  true  thy  Wordj 
J      Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  Abode  : 
V/ho  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord  ? 

Or  Where's  a  Refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  '  Lis  He  that  girds  me  with  his  Mighty. 
Gives  me  his  holy  Sv^^ord  to  weild  \ 
And  w^hile  with  Sin.  and  Hell  I  fight. 
Spreads  his  Saivatioa  for  my  Shield*  3 


3  He  lives,  (and  blefled  be  my  Rock) 
The  God  of  my  Salvation  lives, 
The  dark  Defigns  of  Hell  are  broke  ; 
Sweet  is  the  Peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  Scoffers  of  the  Age 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  Name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  Rage, 

But  meet  Reproach,  and  bear  the  Shame, 

5  To  David  and  his  Royal  Seed 
Thy  Grace  for  ever  ihall  extend  ; 
Thy  Love  to  Saints  in  ChriJ}  their  Head 
Knows  not  a  Limit,  nor  an  End. 

Psalm  XVIU.    Flrjl  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Vi£icry  and  Triumph  over  Te?nporal  Enemies, 

1  WZ-E  Love  the  Lord,  aiid  we  adore, 

^^      Now  is  rhine  Arm  reveal'd  ;. 
Thou  art  our  Strength,  our  heav'nly  Tow'r, 
Our  Bulwark  and  our  Shield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  fure  Defence  ; 
His  holy  Name  our  Lips  invoke. 
And. draw.  Salvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  Leader,  fhinss  in  Arms, 

What  mortal  Heart  can  bear 
The  Thunder  of  his  loud  Alarms  ? 
The  Lightening  of  his  Spear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  Wmd, 

And  Angels  in  array 
In  Millions  wait  to  know  his  Mind, 
And  fwift  as  Flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  Rebuke 

Whole  Armies  are  difmifs'd  ; 
His  Voice,  his  Frown,  his  angry  Look 
Strikes  all  their  Courage  dead.  6  He 


PSALM    XVIII.  37 

6  He  forms  our  Gen'rals  for  the  Field  . 

With  all  their  dreadful  Skill  j 
Gives  them  his  avv'ful  Sword  to  weild. 
And  makes  their  Hearts  of  Steel. 

7  [He  arms  pur  Captains  to  the  Fight, 

(Tho'  there  his  Name^s  forgot ; 
He  girded  Cyrus  with  his  Might, 
But  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 

S  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  Nations  blefl: 
For  his  own  Church's  fake  ; 
The  Pow'rs  that  give  his  People  Reft, 
Shall  of  his  Care  partake,  ] 
Psalm  XVIII.  Second  Pari.  Common  Metre, 
The  Conqueror's  Song. 

1  npO  thine  Almighty  Arm^  w^e  owe 

-*■    The  Triumphs  of  the  Day  y 
Thy  Terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  Foe, 
And  melt  their  Strength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thine  Aid  our  Troops  prevail. 

And  break  united  Pow'rs, 
Or  burn  their  boafted  Fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  theirTow^rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  Fieli^^ 

And  trod  them  to  the  Ground, 

.  While  thy  Salvation  was  our  Shield^ 
But  they  no  Shelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  Idol  Saints  they  cry, 

And  periih  in  their  Blood  ; 
W^here  is  a  Rock  fo  great,  fo  high,. 
So  powVful  as  their  God  ? 

5  The  Rock  of  Ijrael  ever  lives  ; 

His  Name  be  ever  bleft  ; 
iTis  his  own  Arm  the  Vidt'ry  gives, 
And  gives  his  People  Reft.  6  On 


38  PSALM    XIX. 

6  On  kings  that  reign  as  D^ivV/did, 
He  pours  his  Bleffings  down  ; 
Secure  their  Honours  to  their  Seed, 
And  well  fupports  the  Crown. 

Psalm  XIX.     Firji  Part.     Short  Metre. 

The  Bock  of  Nature  and  Scripture, 

For  a  Lord's  Day  rviorning. 

I   r>EHOLD  the  lofty  Sky 
^    Declares  its  Maker  God, 
And  all  his  ftarry  Works  on  high 
Proclaim,  his  Pow'r  abroad, 
2-  The  Darknefs  and  the  Light 

Still  keep  their  Ccurfe  the  fame  ; 
While  Night  to  Day  and  Day  to  Night 
Divinely  teach  his  Name. 

3  In  every  different  Land 

Their  gen'ral  Voice  is  known  ; 
They  fhew  the  Wonders  of  his  Hand, 
And  Orders  of  his  Throne. 

4  Ye  Britijh  Lands  rejoice, 

Here  he  reveals  his  Word  ; 
We  are  not  left  to  Nature's  Voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  Statutes  and  Commands 

Are   fet  before  our  Eyes, 
He  put  his  Gofpei  in  our  Hands^ 
Where  our  Salvation  lies. 

6  His  Laws  are  juft  and  pure. 

His  Truth  without  Deceit, 
His  Promifes  for  ever  fure, 
And  his  Rewards  are  great. 

7  [Not  Honey   to  the  Tafle 

Affords    fo  much  Delight,  ^^cr 


PSALM    XIX-  ^^ 

Nor  Gold  that  has  the  Furnace  pafs'd 

So  much  allures  the  Sight. 
8  While  of  thy  Works  I  fing, 

Thy  Glory  to  proclaim. 
Accept  the  Praife,   my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemer's  Name. J 

Psalm   XIX.  Seccmd  Part.  Short  Metre. 
G  0  D's   Word   moft  Excellent ;  or,  Sincerity  and 
IVatchJulnefs, 
For  -a  Lord's-Day  Morning. 

1  pEHOLD  the  Morning  Sun 
^     Begins  his  glorious  Way  ; 

His  Beams  thro'  all  the  Nations  run. 
And   Life  and  Light  convey. 

2  But  where   the  Gofpel  comes 

It  fpreads  diviner  Light, 
It  calls   dead  Sinners  from  their  Tombs^ 
And  gives  the  blind  their*  Sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  Word  ! 

And  all  thy  Judgments  jufl. 
For  ever,  fure  thy  Promife   Lord, 
And  Men  fecurely  trufb. 

4  My  gracious  God,  hov/  plain 

Are  thy  Directions  giv'n  I 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain. 
But  find   the  Path  to  Heav'n  ! 

Pause. 

5  I  hear  thy  Word  with  Love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  aboYc 
To  guide  me,  lefi:  I  ftray, 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 

The  Errors  of  his  Ways  't  Yet 


Yet  v\ith  a  bold  prefumptuous  Maid 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  Sin, 

Forgive  my  fecret  Faults, 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  Soul  of  mine, 
Whofe  Crimes  exceed  my  Thoughts, 

8  While  with  my  Heart  and  Tongue 

I  fpread  thy  Praife  abroad  ; 
Accept  the  Worfhip  and  the  Song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

Psalm    XIX.    Long  Metre,    e 
The  Books  of  Nature  and  of  Scripture  compare}  ;   or. 
The  Glory  and  Succefs  cf  the  Gofpel. 

1  THE  Heav'ns  declare  thy  Glory,  Lord, 

*■  In  ev'ry  Star  thy  Wifdom  Ihincs  ; 
But  when  our  Eyes  behold  thy  Word, 
We  read  thy  Name  in  fairer  Lines. 

2  The  rolling  Sun  the  changing  Light, 
And  Nights  and  Days  thy  Pow'r  confefs  ; 

'     But  the  bleit  Volume  thou  haft  writ. 
Reveals  thy  Juflice  and  thy  Grace. 

3  Sun,  Moon  and  Stars  convey  thy  Praife 
Round  the  whole  Earth  and  never  fland  ; 
So  v/hen  thy  Truth  begun  its  Race, 

It  touch'd  aild  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  Land. 

4  Nor  (liall  thy  fpreading  Gofpel  reft 

Till  through  the  World  thy  Truth  haf^  run  ; 
Till  Chri/i\:xs  all  the  Nations  bleft 
"  That  fee  the  Light,  or  feel  the  Sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Blcfs  the  dark  VVorld  with  heav'nly  Light  ; 
Thy  Gofpel  makes  the  Siirjple  wife. 
Thy  Laws  are  pure,  thy  Judgments  right. 

6  Th 


P  S  ^LM  XIX.  41 

6  Thy  nobieft  Wonders  here  we  view, 
In  Souls  renew'd,  and  Sins  forgiv'n. 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  Sins,  my  Soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  Word  my  Guide  to  Heav'n. 

P  s  A  L  M  XIX.    To  the  tune  of  the  13th  Pfalm- 
7 he  Bosk  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 

1  /^  Reat  God,  the  Heav'ns  well  order'd  Frame 
^^     Declares  the  Glories  of  thy  Name. 

There  thy  rich  Works  of  Wonder  fhine, 
A  thoufand  ilarry  Beauties  there, 
A  tbpufand  radiant  Marks  appear 

Of  boundlefs  Pow'r,  and  Skill  divine. 

2  From  Night  to  Day,  from  Day  to  Night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  Light, 

Lectures  of  heavenly  Wifdom  read  ; 
With  iilent  Eloquence  they  raife 
Our  Thoughts  to  our  Creator's  Praife, 

And  neither  Sound  nor  Language  need, 

3  Yet  their  divine  Inflrucflions  run 
Far  as  the  Journeys  of  the  Sun, 

And  ev'ry  Nation  knows  their  Voice  : 
The  Sun  like  fome  young  Bridegroom  dreflg 
Breaks  from  the  Chambers  of  the  Eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  Earth  rejoice, 

4  Where  e'er  he  fpreads  his  Beams  abroad. 
He  fmiies,  and  fpeaks  his  Maker  God  : 

All  Nature  joins  to  (hew  thy  Praife  : 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  Creature  {nines  ; 
Fair  is  the  Book  of  Nature's  Lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  Book  of  Grace. 
Pause. 

5  I  love  the  Volumes  of  thy  Word  ; 
V/hat  Light  and  Joy  thofe  Leaves  sfFoYd 

'  To  Souls  benighted  and  diftreil  ! 

TKv 


42  PS^LM   XX. 

Thy  Precepts  guide  my  doubtful  Way, 
Thy  Fear  forbids  my  Feet  to  ftray, 
Thy  Promife  leads  my  Heart  to  Red. 

6  From  the  Difcoveries  of  thy  Law 
The  perfea  Rules  of  Life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  Study  and  Dehght ; 
Not  Honey  fo  invites  the  Tafte, 
Nor  Gold  that  hath  the  Furnace  pad 

Appears  fo  pleafmg  to  the  Sight. 

7  Thy  Threat'nings  wake  my  fluinb'ring  Eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  Danger  lies  i 

But  *ti.s  thy  blefled  Gofpel  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  Confcience  'clean. 
Converts  my  Soul,  fubdues  my  Sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  Reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  Errors  of  his  Thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  Faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  Sins  reftrain  ; 
Accept  my  poor  Attempts  of  Praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  Book  of  Grace 

And  Book  of  Nature  not  in  vain. 

Psalm  XX. 
Prayer  and  Hope  of  Vi^ory. 

For  a  Day  of  Prayer  in  Time  of  War. 

1  "^OW  may  the  God  of  Pow'r  and  Grace 
T       Attend  his  People's  humble  Cry  ! 
yehovah  hears  when  Ifr'el  prays, 

And  brings  Deliverance  from  on  high. 

2  The  Name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better  than  Shields  or  brazen  Walls  ; 
He  from  his  Sanduary  fends 
Succour  and  Strength  when  Zion  calls. 

3  Well 


'  PS^LM   XXL  43 

I  Well  he  remembers  all  our  Sighs, 
His  Love  exceeds  our  beft  Deferts  ; 
His  Love  accepts  the  Sacrifice 
Of  humble  Groans  and  broken  Hearts. 

\.  In  his  Salvation  is  our  Hope, 
And  in  the  Name  of  Ifraei's  God, 
Our  Troops  fhall  lift  their  Banners  up. 
Our  Navies  fpread  their  Flags  abroad. 

;  Some  truft  in  Horfes  train'd  for  War, 
And  fome  of  Chariots  make  their  Beads  ; 
Our  fureft  Expe6lations  are 
From  Thee  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  Hods* 

)  [O  may  the  Memory  of  thy  Name 
Infpire  our  Armies  for  the  Fight ! 
Our  Foes  fhall  fall  and  die  with  Shame, 
Or  quit  the  Field  with  Ihameful  Flight.] 

^  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flavhh  Fear, 
Now  let  our  Hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong. 
Till  thy  Salvation  fhall  appear. 
And  Joy  and  Triumph  raife  the  Song. 

P  s  A^  L  M    XXL     Common  Metre. 
Our  King  is  the  Care  of  Heaven, 

f'T^HE  King,  O  Lord,  with  Songs  of  Pralfc 
-■'    Shall  in  thy  Strength  rejoyce  ; 
And  bleft  with  thy  Salvation  raife 
To  Heav'n  his  chearful  Voice. 

i  Thy  fure  Defence  thro'  Nations  round 
Has  fpread  his  glorious  Name ; 
And  his  fuccefsful  Adions  crown*d 
With  Majefty  and  Fame. 

\  Then  let  the  King  on  God  alone 

For  timely  Aid  rely ;  / 

C  His 


d 


44  PSALM  XXL 

His  A^crcy  dial  I  fupport  the  Throne 
And  all  our  Wants  fu pply. 

4  But,  righteous  Lord,  his  fiubborn  Foes 

Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  Hand  ; 
Thy  vengeful  Arm  (hall  find  out  thofe 
That  hate  his  mild  Command. 

5  When  thou  againft  them  doft  engage 

Thy  juft,  but  dreadful  Doom 
Shall,  like  a  fi'ry  Oven's  Rage, 
Their  Hopes  and  them  confume. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  Pow'r  declare. 

And  thus  exalt  thy  Fame  ; 
While  we  glad  Songs  of  Praife  prepare 
.  For  thine  Almighty  Name. 

Psalm  XXI.     i 9.     Long  Metre. 

Chrifi  exalted  to  the  Kingdom. 

I    T^AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  Strength, 
•*^  Rais'd  to  the  Throne  by  fpecial  Grace, 
But  Chriji  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  Triumph  and  the  Praife. 

1  How  great  is  the  MeJJiah's  Joy 
In  the  Salvation  of  thy  Hand  ! 
Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  Kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  World  to  his  Command. 

3  Thy  Goodnefs  grants  what-e'er  he  wilJ, 
Nor  doth  the  leaft  Requeft  withfhold ; 
Blefiings  of  Love  prevent  him  ftill. 
And  Crowns  01  Glory  not  of  Gold. 

4  Honour  and  Majefty  divine 
Around  his  facred  Temples  (bine  ; 
Bleft  with  the  Favour  of  thy  Face, 
And  Length  of  everlafting  Days. 

5  Thine 


5  Thine  Hand  (hall  find  out  all  his  Foes  ; 
And  as  a  fi'ry  Oven  glows 
With  raging  Heat  and  living  Coals, 
So  fhall  thy  Wrath  devour  their  Souls. 

Psalm  XXJI.     i— -16.     Firj^  Part. 

Common  Metre. 
7 he  Sufferings  and  Death  <?/"  Christ. 

1  TTI7HY  has  my  God  mv  Soul  forfook, 

^^    Nor  will  a  Smile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  Anguifn  fpoke. 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  Delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifmg  Saints, 
Yet  thou  canft  hear  a  Groan  as  well. 
And  pity  our  Complaints. 

3  Our  Fathers  trufted  in  thy  Name, 

And  great  DeUv'rance  found  ; 
But  I'm  a  Worm  defpis'd  of  Men, 
And  trodden  to  the  Ground. 

4  Shaking  the  Head  they  pafs  me  by,      ^:- 

And  laugh  my  Soul  to  Scorn  ; 
'^  In  vain  he  trujls  in  God,  they  cry, 
"  NegleSied  and  forlorn. 

5  But  thou  art  h«  who  form'd  my  Flefli, 

By  thine  Almighty  Word, 
And  fmce  I  hung  upon  the  Breaft 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  Face^ 

When  Foes  ftand  threat'ning  round 
In  the  dark  Hour  of  deep  Diftrefs, 
And  not  an  Helper  found  ? 

Pause. 

7  Behold  thy  Darling  left  among 

The  Cruel  and  the  Proud,         C  2        As 


^4^  P  S  ^  L  M    XXIL 

As  Bulls  of  Bq/han  fierce  and  ftrong. 
As  Lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  Earth  and  Hell  my  Sorrovv's  meet. 

To  multiply  the  Smart  j 
They  nail  my  Hands,  they  pierce  my  Feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  Heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  Hand  let  loofe 

The  Rage  of  Earth  and  Hell, 
Why  will  my  h-eav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  Son  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

10  My  God,  if  poflible  it  be, 

With-hold  this  bitter  Cup  ; 
But  Irefign  my  Will  to  Thee, 
And  drink  the  Sorrows  up. 

11  My  Heart  diiTolves  with  Pangs  unkno^Hj 

In  Groans  I  wafte  my  Breath  : 
Thy  heavy  Hand  has  brought  me  down 
Low  as  the  Duft  of  Deathc 

12  Fatl||r,  I  give  my  Spirit  up, 

And  truft  it  in  thy  Hand  ; 
My  dying  Fiefh  fhall  reft  in  Hope, 
And  rife  at  thy  Command. 

Psalm  XXII,    20,  2  r,  27,-- -31.  Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 
Chrift's  Sufferings  and  Kingdom, 

1  "  "KlOI^Ffrom  the  roaringLion^s  Ragi^ 

^^    "  O  Lord^  prote£f  thy  Son, 
''^  Nor  leave  thy  Darling  to  engage 
«'  The  Pcw'rs  of  Hell  alone. 

2  Thus  did  our  fuffering  Saviour  pray 

With  mighty  Cries  and  Tears  ; 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  Day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  Fears.  3  Great 


P  8  A  L  M    XXII.  47 

3  Great  was  the  Vift'ry  of  his  Death 

His  Throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  Kindreds  of  the  Earth  . 
Shall  worfl"iip  or  Ihali  die. 

4  A  num'rous  Offspring  mutl  arife 

From  his  expiring  Groans  ; 
They  (hall  be  reckon'd  in  his  Eyes 
For:  Daughters  and  for  Sons, 

5  The  meek,  and  humble  Souls  Ihall  fee 

Flis  Table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  ihs  Lord  (hall  be 
With  Joys  immortal  fed. 

6-  The  hies  fhall  know  the  Righteoufnefs 
Of  our  incarnate  G-OD, 
Aud  Nations  yet  unborn  profefs  . 
Sal  y atio  n  •  i  n  -  h  1  s  -B 1  ood , 

P's  A  L  M  XXII.     Long  Metre, 
Chrift's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation, 

1  "VJO^^  ^^t  ou^  mournful  Songs  record 
^^    The  dying  Sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  tie  complain'd  in  Tears  and  Blood 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

2 -The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fhake  their  Heads    and  laugh  in  Scorn  ; 
*'  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  Grave  \ 
<'  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  '*  This  is  the  Man  did  once  pretend 

*'  God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend  ; 
''•  If  God  the  blelTed  lov'd  him  ic, 
"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  I 

4  Barbarous  People  \  Cruel  Priefts  ! 

How  they  flood  round  like  fav.age  Eeafts  5 

C  ^  Like 


48  PSALM    XXIII. 

Like  Lions  gaping  to  devour. 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  PowV. 

5  They  wound  his  Head,  his  Hands,  his  Feet, 
Till  Streams  of  Blood  each  other  meet ; 

By  Lot  his  Garments  they  divide. 
And  mock  the  Pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6  But  God  his  Father  heard  his  Cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  Dead  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
The  Nations  learn  his  Righteoufnefs, 

'    And  humble  Sinners  tafte  his  Grace. 

Psalm  XXIIL     Long  Metre, 
God  our  Shepherd. 

1  A /|  Y  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

^^  Now  ihall  my  Wants  be  well  fupply'd  ; 
His  Providence  and  holy  Word 
Become  my  Safety  and  my  Guide. 

2  "in  Padures  where  Salvation  grows 
He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reH", 
Therfe  living  Water  gently  fiov/s, 
And  all  the  Food  divinely  bled. 

3  My  v.'snd'ring  Feet  his  Ways  miftake  ; 
But  he  refiores  my  Soul  to  Peace, 
And  leads    me  for  his  Mercy's  fake 

In.  the  fair  Paths  of  Righteoufnefs. 

4  Tho'  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  Vale 
Where  Death  and  all  its  Terrors  are,     ^^.^-^ 
My  Heart  and  Hope  (liall  never  fail,       '^^V 
For  God  my  Shepherd's  with  me  there.' 

Amidil:  the  Darknefs  and  the  Deeps 
Thou  art  ir>y  Comfort,  thou  my  Stay  j 
Thy  Staff  fupports  my  feeble  Steps, 
Thy  Rod  direds  my  doubtful  Way. 

6  The 


6  The  Sons  of  Earth  and  Sons  of  Hell 
Gaze  at  thy  Goodnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  Table  fpread  fo  weii 
With  living  Bread  and  chearfui  Wine. 

7  [How  I  rejoice  when  on  my  Head 
Thy  Spirit  condefcends  to  red  1 

'  Fis  a  divine  Anointing  fhed 
Like  Oil  of  Gladnefs  at  a  Feaft. 

8  Surely  the  Mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  Houfhold  all  their  Days  ; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  Word, 
To  feek  his  Face,  and  ling  his  Praife. 

Psalm  XXIII.     Common  Metre. 

1  "K/f^  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  Need, 
"^*-*'     'Jehovah  is  his  Name  ; 

In  Pafiures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  Stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandring  Spirit  back 

When  I  forfake  his  Ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  Mercy's  fake.. 
In  Paths  of  Truth  and  Grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  Shades  of  Death, 

Thy  Prefence  is  my  Stay  ; 
A  Word  of  thy  fupporting  Breath 
Drives  all  my  Fears  away. 
^4  Thy  Hand  in  Sight  of  all  my  Foes 
Doth  ftiU  my  Table  fpread  -, 
My  Cup  with  Bleffings  overflows. 
Thine  Oil  anoints  my  Head. 

5  The  fure  Provifions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  Days ; 
O  may  thy  Houfe  be  mine  Abode,    • 
And  all  my  Work  be  .Praife  ! 

C  4.  6.,  There 


^o  PSALM  XXllL 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  Reft, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  Stranger  or  a  Gueli, 
But  like  a  Child  at  home. 

P  s  A  L  M  XXIII.    Short  Metre.  • 

I  'TpHE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
^      I  Ihall  be  weU  fupply'd  ; 
Since  he  is  mine  and  1  am  his. 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 
a  He  leads  me  to  the  Placi 

Where  heav'nly  Failure  grows. 
Where  living  V/aters  gently  pafs. 
And  full  Salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aflray, 

He  doth  my  Soul  reclaim,  *  ■  t 

And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  Way 
For  his  moft  holy  Name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  Aid 

I  cannot  yield  to  Fear  ; 
Tho'  I  fhould  walk  thro'  Death's  dark  Shade^ 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there, 

5  h\  fpight'of  all  my  Foes 

Thou  doft  my  Table  fpread^i 
iwly  Cup  with  Blcfrinpsoverfiowij 

And  Joy  exalts  my  Head.  .£^^'' 

6  The  Bounties  of  thy  Love  "** 

Shall  crown  my  following  Days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  Hoi^fe  will  I  remove 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpe^k  thy  Praife. 

Psalm    XXiV.    Common  Metre. 
Dweliirfg  •imih.  GOD. 
I  '-J^HE  Earth  lor  ever  is  the  Lord's 

,''1  With  Mam's  num'rous  Race  j       *      He- 


P  S  ^  L  M   XXIV.  52 

He  rais'd  it's  Arclies  o'er  theFloods, 
And  built  it  on  the  Seas. 

2  But  who  among  the  Sons  of  Men 

May  vifit  thine  Abode  ? 
He  that  has  Hands  from  Mifchief  cleanc>. 
Whofe  Heart  is  right  with  God.  Jt^ 

3  This  is  the  Man  may  rife  and  take  .,  m 

The  Bleffings  of  his  Grace  :  /  m 

This  is  the  Lot  of  thofe  that  feek  :     '     .  ,- 
The  Gqd  of  7j.^^^'s  Face.  '     /■ 

4  Now  let  our  Soul's  immortal  Fow-r%  .     ^  ' 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare,-  /y 

Lift  up  their  everlafting  Doors,  Y 

The  King  of  Glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  G4ory  J    Who  can  tell 

The  Wonders  of  hiS' Might  ? 
He  rules  the  Nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
With  Saints  is  his  Delight. 

Psalm  XXIV.    Lmig  Metre.  , 
Bainis  divdl  ;;i  Heauefi  ;  or,  Chriil'j  Jfcenfion^ 

1  '~pHtS  fpacious. Earth,  is  all  the  Lord's, 

-*•    And  Men  andWorms,^;  Beads  andBirds  i 
He  rais'd  the  Building  on  the  Seas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  JDwelling-place, 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  W^orld  on  highc, 
Thy  Palace,  Lord,  a:bove  the  Sky  ; 
Who  (hall  afcend  that  bleft  abode  ; 
And  dwelLfoiiear  his  Maker  God. 

3  He  that  ^raors  and  fears  to  fin,  , 

Whofe  Heart  is  pure,  whofe  Hands  ars  clean, 
Him  fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs. 
And  clothe,  his  Soul  with  Righteoufnefs. , 

C  5  A^hcfs 


52  PSALM  XXV. 

4  Thefe  are  the  Men,  the  pious  Race 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  Face  ? 
Thefe  ihall  enjoy  the  bhfsful  Sight, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  Light. 

Pause. 

5  Rejoice  ye  fl^ining  Worlds  on  high. 
Behold  the  King  of  Glory  nigh  ; 
Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  He. 

6  Ye  heav'niy  Gates,  your  Leaves  difplay 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  Way  ; 
Laden  with  Spoils  from  Earth  and  Hell 
The  Conqueror  comes  with  God  ta  dwell* 

7  Rais'd  from  the  Dead  he  goes  before. 
He  opens  Heaven's  eternal  Door, 
To  give  his  Saints  a  blert  Abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

Psalm  XXV.     i— n.     Firji  Part. 
JVaitirig  for  Pardon  and  Dire^ion, 
r  T  LIFT  my  Soul  to  God, 
-*-     My  Truft  is  in  his  Name  ; 
Let  not  my  Foes  that  feek  my  Blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  Shame. 

2  Sin,  and  the  Pow'rs  of  Hell 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  Covenant  well. 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  Snare. 
5  From  the  firft  dawning  Light 
Till  the  dark  Ev'ning  Rife, 
For  thy  Salvation,  Lord,  1  wait 
With  ever  longing  Eyes. 

|.  Remember  all  thy  Grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  Tru'.h  ; 

For^ivi^ 


w^ 


P  S  ^  L  M  XXV;  53 

Forgive  the  Sins  of  riper  Days, 
And  Follies  of  my  Youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind 

The  Meek  (hall  learn  his  Ways, 
And  ev'ry  humble  Sinner  find 
The  Methods  of  his  Grace. 

6  For  his  own  Goodnefs  fake 

He  faves  my  Soul  from  Shame  ;   ^ 
He  pardons  ftho'  my  Guilt  be  great) 
Tiiro'  my  Redeemer's  Nams. 
P  s  A  L  M  XXV.     12,  14,  10,  13.     Second  Part, 
Divine  Injlridiion. 
■HERE  (hall  the  Man  be  found, 
That  fears  t'  ofFend  his  God, 
That  love's  the  Gofpei's  joyful  Sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  Rod  ? 

2  The  Lord  (hall  make  him  know 

The  Secrets  of  his  Heart, 
The  V/onders  of  his  Cov'nant  ^ow. 
And  all  his  Love  impart. 

3  The  Dealings  of  his  Hand 

Are  Truth  and  Mercy  dill. 
With  fuch  as  to  his  Cov'nant  (land. 
And  love  to  do  his  Will. 

4  Their  Soul  fhall  dv/ell  at  Eafe 

Before  their  Maker's  Face, 
Their  Seed  fiiall  tafte  the  Promifes 
In  their  extenfive  Grace, 
P  s  A  2i  M  XXY.   15—22.     VnrdPari, 
Dijh'efs  of  Sold  \  or,:  Backjliding  and.  Dejertion, 
I  "\/rlNE  Eyes  and  my  Defire 
^^     Are  ever  to.  the  Lord  3 
I  love  to  plead  his  Promifes, 

And  reft  upon  hi^  Word,  a  Turn 


54  PSALM    XXVL 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  Soul, 

Bring  thy  Salvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  Hand  releafe  my  Feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  Snare  ? 

3  When  {hall  the  Sovereign  Grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God 
Reft  ore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  Ways- 
My  wand'ring  Feet  have  trod  1 

4  The  Tumult  of  my  Thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  : 
My  Spirit  languifhes,  my  Heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  With  evVy  Morning  Light 

My  Sorrow  new  begins ; 
Look  on  my  Anguiih  and  my  Pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  Sins. 
Pause. 

6  Behold  the  Hofts  of  Hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  Hate  ?       ^  ^ 
Againft  my  Life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  Fury  with  Deceit. 

7  O  keep  my  Soul  from  Death, 

Nor  put  ray  Hope  to  Shame, 
For  I  have  plac'd'my  only  Truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  Name. 

8  With  humble  Faith  I  wait 

To  fee  thy  Face  again  ; 
Of  Ifrel  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid. 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 
Psalm  XXVL 
Sf If' Examination  ;  or,  Evidences  of  Grace. 
I    tUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  Way?;; 
J     Aiid  try  my  Reins,  and  try  my  Heart  ; 


PSALM  XXVII.  : 

My  Faith  upon  thy  Promife  ftays. 

Nor  from  thy  Law  my  Feet  depart, 

I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit  , 

With  Men  of  Vanity  and  Lies  ; 

The  Scoffer  and  the  Hypocrite 

Are  the  Abhorrence  of  mine  Eyes. 

Amongfi:  thy  Saints  will  I  appear 

With  Hands  well  wafh'd  in  Innocence  5 

But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  Bar, 

The  Biood  of  Chri/i  is  my  Defence. 

I  love  thy  Habitation,  Lord-,, 
The  Temple  where  thine  Honours  dwell  ^ 
There  fliall  I  hear  thy  holy  Word, 
And  there  thy  Works  of  Wonders  teli» 
Let  not  my  Soul  be  join'd  at  lafl 
With  Men  of  Treachery  and  Blood, 
Sln-ce  I  my  Days  on  Earth  have  paft 
Among  the  Saints,  and  near  my  God. 

P  s-  A-  L  M  XXVIL   1---6.     Fir/i  ParU 
^he  Church  is  our  Delight  and  Safety^ 
'T^HE  Lord  of  Glory  is  my  Light, 

-*■       And  my  Solvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  Strength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  Foes  can  do. 

One  Privilege  my  Heart  defires; 

O  grant  me  an  Abode 
Among  the  Churches  of  thy  Saints^ 

The  Temples  of  my  God. 
There  fhall  I  offer  my  Requefts 

And  fee  thy  Beauty  M\  v 
Shall  hear  thy  MefTages  of  Love^ 

And  there  enquire  thy  WilL 

When  Troubles  rife  and  Storms  appear? 
There  may.  hi&  Children  hWej-  G 


5(5     PSALM  XXYil,  XXIX- 

God  has  a  ftrong  Pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  Soul  abide. 
5  Now  fliall  my  Head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  Foes  around, 
And  Songs  of  Joy  and  Victory 
Within  thy  Temple  found. 
P  s  A  L  M  XXVII.  Ver.  8,  9,  13,  14.  Second ParL 
Prayer  and  Hope. 

1  oOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 
*^     "2"^  Children^  feek  my  Grace ^ 
My  Heart  reply'd  without  Delay, 

'*  rilfeek-my  Father's  Face. 

2  Let  not  thy  Face  be  hid  from  me. 

Nor  frown  my  Soul  away  ; 
God  of  my  Life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  diftreffing  Day. 

3  Should  Friends  and  Kindred  near  and  dear- 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  Life  his  Care, 
And  all  my  Need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  Flefh  had  dy'd  with  Grief, 

Had  not  my  Soul  believ'd. 
To  fee  thy  Grace  provide  Rehef, 
Nor  was  my  Hope  deceiv'd, 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  Saints> 

And  keep  your  Courage  up  ; 
He'll  raife  your  Spirit  when  it  faints. 
And  far  exceed  your  Hope, 
Psalm  XXJX. 
Storm  and  Thunder » 
I  #^IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  Sons  of  Fame, 
^^  Give  to  the  Lord  Renown  and  PowV, 
Afcribe  due  Honours  to  his  Name, 
And  his  eternal  Midit  adore,  2  T.:„ 


The  Lord  proclaims  his  Pow'r  alone  , 
Over  the  Ocean  and  the  Land  ; 
His  Voice  divides  the  Vv^atry  Cloud,/ 
And  Lightnings  blaze  at  his  Command. 
He  rpeaks,  and  Tempeft,  Hail  and  Wmd^ 
Lay  the  wide  Foreft  bare  around  ; 
The  fearful  Hart  and  frighted  Hind, 
Leap  at  the  Terror  of  the  Sound. 
To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  Voice,  *, 

And  \o^  the  ftately  Cedars  break  : 
The  Mountains  tremble  at  the  Noife,. 
The  Vallies  roar,  the  Deferts  quake. 
The  Lord  fits   Sov'reign  on  the  Floods 
The  Thunder  reigns  for  ever  King  ; 
But  makes  his  Church  his  blefl:  Abode^ 
Where  we  his  awful  Glories  iing. 
In  gentler  Language  there  the  Lord 
The  Counfel  of  his  Grace  imparts  : 
Amidft  the  raging  Storm  His  Word 
Speaks  Peace  and  Courage  to  our  Hearts, 

Psalm  XXX.    Firfl  Part. 

Sicknefs  heafd^  and.  Sorrows  remov'd^ 
T  Will  extol  Thee  Lord,  on  high, 
-■-  At  thy  Command  Difeafes  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak,  and  fave 
From  the  dark'  Borders  of  the  Grave  I 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  Saints  of  his. 
And  tell  how  large  his  Goodnefs  is  ; 
Let  all  your  Pow'rs  rejoice,  and  blefs. 
While  you  record'^is  Holinefs. 
His  Anger  but  a  Moment  ftays  ; 
His  Love  is  Life  and  Length  of  Days  : 
Tho'  Grief  and  Tesrs  the  Night  employ,    ' 
The  Morning- ftar,  reftores  the  Joy. 

PsAI:j 


58      PSALM    XXX,  XXXI. 

Psalm  XXX.  Ver  6.  Seccnd  Pari, 
Healthy  Sicknefs^  and  Recovery, 

1  pIRM  was  my  Health,  my  Day  was  brighr, 
-*•     And  I  prefum'd  'twould. ne'er^  be  Night  i 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  Heart, 

"  Pleafure  and  Peace  Jhall  neer  depart, 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  Arm  was  ftrong. 
Which  made  my  Mountain  Hand  fo  long  ; 
Soon  as  thy  Face  began  to  hide, 

My  Health  was  gone,  my  Comforts  dy'd. 

3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God  ; 

"  What  can'ft  thou  protit  by  my  Blood  ?: 

"  Deep  ;in  the  Dull  can  I  declare 

•'  Thy  Truth,  or  ling  thy  Goodnefs  there  I 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  Grace,  I  faid, 

*'  And  bring  me  from  among  the  Dead  : 
Thy  Wordrebuk'd  the  Pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pardoning  Love  remov'd  my  Guilt. 

5  My  Groans,  and  Tears,  and  Forms  of  VTo^y 
Are  turn'd  to  Joy  and  Praifes  now  ; 

1  throw  my  Sackcloth  on  the  Ground, 
And  Eafe  and  Gladnefs  gird  me  round, 

6  My  Tongue,  the  Glory  of  my  Frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  Name  ; 

Thy  Praife  fhall  found  thro'  Earth  and  Heav'n 
For  Sicknefs  heal'd,  and  Sins  forgiv'n. 

Psalm  XXXI.     5.   13,-19,22,23.  Firjl  Pari^ 
Deliverance  frc7n  Death, 

1  INTO  thine  Hand,  O  God  of  Truth, 
^     My  Spirit  I  commit  ; 

Thou  haft  redeem'd  my  Soul  from  Death, 
And  fav'd  me  irom  the  Pit. 

2  The  Paffions  of  my  Hope  and  Fear 

Maintaia'd  a  dgubk  Strife^  Whlla 


6i 


PSALM    XXXT. 

While  Sorrow,  Pain,  and  Sin  confpir'd 
To  take  av/ay  my  Life. 

3  "  My  Times  are  in  thy  Handy  I  cry'dj 

"  Tho'  I  draw  near  the  Duft  : 
Thou  art  the  Refuge  where  I  hide. 
The  God  in  whom  I  trufc. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  Face 

Upon  thy  Servant  fhine, 
And  fave  me  for  thy  JVLercy  Sake^ 
For  I'm  entirely  Thine. 

P  A  u  s  E. 

5  ['Twas  in  my  Hade,  my  Spirit  faid^, 

"  /  muji  defpair  and  die, 
^'  /  am  cut  off  before  thine  Eyes  ; 
But  thou  haft  heard  my  Cry. 

6  Thy  Goodnefs  how  divinely  free  ! 

How  wond'rous  is  thy  Grace, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  Majefty, 
And  truft  thy  Promifes  ! 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  Saints> 

And  iing  his  Praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  Ear  to  your  Complaints, 
And  recompence  the  Proud. 

Psalm  XXXL    7— 33,  ii---2r.    SecondFa 
Deliverance  fro?n  Slander  and  Reproach, 

1  Ti/fY  Heart  rejoices  in  thy  Name, 
^■*-     My  God,  my  Help,  my  Truft; 
Thou  haft  prelerv'd  my  Face  from  Shame, 

Mine  Honour  from,  the  Duft. 

2  "  My  Life  is  fpent  with  Grief,  I  cry'd, 

''  My  Years,  confum'd  in  Groans, 
*'  My  Strength  decays,  mine  Eyes  are  dry'd. 
"  And  Sorrow  waftes  my  Bones.  3  1 


p      P  S  A  L  M  XXXIL 

Fmong  mine  Enemies  my  Name 

Was  a  mere  Proverb  grown, 
While  to  my  Neighbours  I  became 

Forgotten  and  unknown. 

o 

Slander  and  Fear  on  ev'ry  Side 

Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 
I  to  the  Throne  of  Grace  appiy'd, 

And  fpeedy  Refeue  found. 

Pause. 
How  great  Deliv'rance  thou  baft  wrought 

Before  the  Sons  of  Men  ! 
The  lying  Lips  to  Silence  brought. 

And  made  their  Boaftings  vain  ! 
Thy  Children  from  the  Strife  of  Tongues 

Shall  i\\y  Pavilion  hide. 
Guard  them  from  Infamy  and  Wrongs, 

And  crulh  the  Sons  of  Pride. 
Within  thy  fecret  Prefence,  Lord,, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell  ; 
No  fenced  City  wall'd  and  bafr'd 

Secures  a  Saint  fo  well. 
Psalm    XXXIi.     Short  Metre. 
Forgivenefs  cf  Sins  upon  ConfeJfiorU. 

BlelTed  Souls  are  they 
Whofe  Sins  are  cover'd  o'er  I 
Divinely  bleft  to  whom  the  Lord 

Imputes  their  Guilt  no  more. 
They  mourn  their  Follies  pad, 

And  keep  their  Hearts  with  Care  ; 
Their  Lips  .gnd  Lives  without  Deceit 

Shall  prove  their  Faith  iincere. 
While  I  conceal'd  my  Guilt,  _, 

I  felt,  the  feft'rincr  Wound,  *  ^^ 


O 


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PSALM  XXXII.  6i 

Till  I  confefs'd  my  Sins  to  Thee, 
And  ready  Pardon  found. 

4  Let  Sinners  learn  to  pray. 

Let  Saints  keep  near  the  Throne  j 
Our  Help  in  Times  of  deep  Diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

P  A  s  L  M  XXXIL     Common  Metre. 
Free  Pardon  andfincere  Obedience ;  or,  Confejjim  and 

Forgivenefs. 

APPY  the  Man  to  whom  his  God 
No  more  imputes  his  Sin, 
But  wafhM  in  the  Redeemer's  Blood 
Hath  made  his  Garments  clean  I 

2  Happy,  beyond  Exprelllon  he 

Whofe  Debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  5 
And  from  the  guilty  Bondage  free 
He  feels  his  Soul  iniarg'd. 

5  His  Spirit  hates  Deceit  and  Lyes, 

His  Words  are  all  fmcere  : 
He  guards  his  Heart,  he  guards  his  Eyer, 
To  keep  his  Confcience  clear. 

\.  V/hile  I  my  inward  Guilt  fupprell. 
No  Quiet  could  I  find  ; 
Thy  Wrath  lay  burning  in  my  Breafl-^ 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  Mind. 

J  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  Thoughts, 
My  fecret  Sins  reveal'd, 
Thy  pardoning  Grace  forgave  my  Faults, 
Thy  Grace  my  Pardon  feal'd. 
?  This  fliall  invite  thy  Saints  to  pray  ; 
When  like  a  raging^Flood 
Temprstions  rife,  cur  Strength  and  Stay 
Is  a  for^^jivina;  God»  -  P  s  a  l  m 


62  PS^LM   XXXIL 

Psalm  XXXII.  Firji  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Repentance  and  Free  Pardon  ;  or,  Jii/hfication 

and  San^ification. 

1  "DLEST  is  the  Man,  fer  ever  bleft, 

■^  Whofe  Guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whofe  Sins  with  Sorrow  are  confefs'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  Blood, 

2  Bleft  is  the  Man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  Iniquities, 

He  pleads  no  Merit  of  Reward, 
And  not  on  Works  but  Grace  relies. 

3  From  Guile  his  Heart  and  Lips  are  free> 
His  humble  Joy,  his  holy  Fear, 

With  deep  Repentance  well  agree. 
And  join  to  prove  his  Faith  fmcere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  Pvighteoufnefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  Sins  ! 
While  a  bright  Evidence  of  Grace 
Thro'  his  whole  Life  appears  and  fliines. 

F  s  A  L  M   XXXII.  Second  Pari,    Long  Metre. 
A  guilty  Confcience  eas'd  by  Confe(jitn  and  Pardon» 

1  VXT'HILE  I  keep  Silence  and  conceal 

^^    My  heavy  Guilt  within  my  Heart, 
What  Torments  doth  my  Confcience  feel ! 
What  Agonies  of  inward  Smart  ' 

2  I  fpread  my  Sins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  fecret  Fauits  confefs  ; 
Tliy  Gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  Word^ 
Thine  Holy  Spirit  feals  the  Grace. 

3  For  this  (liall  every  humble  Soul 
Make  fwift  Addrefles  to  thy  Seat  : 
When  Floods  of  huge  Temptations  roll, 
There  ihall  they  find  a  bleft  Retreat. 

4  ^0%^ 


P  S  ^  LM  XXXIIL  63 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  Wings  I  lie, 

When  Days  grow  dark,  and  Storms  appear  ; 
And  -when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  Eye 
Shall  guide  m-e  fafe  from  ev'ry  Snare. 

P  s  A  L  M  XXXIIL  FirJiPart.  Common  Metre> 
TForks  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

J  "p  EJOICE,  ye  Righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
-■^  This  Work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  Name,  his  Ways,  his  Word, 
How  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  His  Mercy  and  his  Righteoufnefs 

Let  Heav'n  and  Earth  proclaim  5 
His  Works  of  Nature  and  of  Grace 
Reveal  his  wqnd'rous  Name. 

3  His  Wifdom  and  Almighty  Word 

The  heav'nly  Arches  fpread  j 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  fhining  Hofts  were  made, 

4  He  bid  the  liquid  Waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  Deep  ; 
The  flowing  Seas  their  Limits,  know. 
And  their  own  Station  keep. 

5  Ye  Tenants  of  the  fpacious  Earth, 

With  Fear  before  him  ftand ; 
He  fpake,  and  Nature  took  its  Birth, 
And  reds  on  his  Command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  Nations  Rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  Defigns  ; 
His  Counfel  ftands  thro'  every  Age, 
An4  in  full  Glory  ihines, 

P  S  A  L  M 


64  PSALM  XXXIII. 

P  s  A  L  M  XXXIII.  Second  Part.  CommonMetre. 
Creatures  vain,  and  God  jlll-fufficient. 

1  "OLEST  is  the  Nation  where  the  Lord 
^     Hath  tix'd  his  gracious  Throne  ; 
Where  he  reveais  his  heav'nly  Word, 

And  calls  their  Tribes  his  own. 

2  His  Eye  with  infinite  Survey 

Does  tlie  whole  World  behold ; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  Clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  Mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  Force 

Of  Armies  from  the  Grave  ; 
Nor  Speed  nor  Courage  of  an  Horfe 
Can  the  bold  Rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  Strength  of  Beads  or  Men, 

To  hope  for  Safety  thence  ; 

But  holy  Souls  from  God  obtain 

A  f\rong  and  fure  Defence. 

5  God  is  their  Fear,  and  God  their  Truft  : 

When  Plagues  or  Famine  fpread, 
His  watchful  Eye  fecures  the  Juft 
Among  ten  thoufand  Dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  Hearts  in  Thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  Throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  Word  our  Choice, 
And  truil  thy  Grace  alone. 
Psalm  XXXIIL  As  the  t  13  Pfalm.  FirJiPart' 
IVorks  of  Creation  and  Providence* 

I  'V'E  holy  Souls,  in  God  rejoice, 

^    YourMaker's  Praife  becomes  your  Voice, 

Great  is  your  Theme,  your  Songs  be  ii^^% 
Sing  of  his  Name,  his  Word,  his  Ways, 
His  Works  of  Nature,  and  of  Grace, 

How  wife  and  holy,  juH  and  true  ! 


P  S  ^  L  M  XXXIII.  6s 

a  Juftice  and  Truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  Earth  his  Goodnefs  proves. 

His  Word  the  heavenly  Arches  fpread  ; 
How  wide  they  fhine  from  North  to  South  I 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  his  Mouth 

Were  all  the  ftarry  Armies  made. 

3  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  Seas, 
Thofe  w^atry  Treafures  know  their  Place 

In  the  vaft  Store-houfe  of  the  Deep. 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  Nature  Birth  ; 
And  Fires  and  Seas,  and  Heav'n,  and  Earth, 

His  everlafting  Orders  keep. 

4  Let  Mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  Pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  Rage  : 
Vain  are  your  Thoughts,  and  weak  your  Hands  : 
But  his  eternal  Counfel  ftands. 

And  rules  the  World  from  Age  to  Age. 

Psalm  XXXIIl.  As  the  i  isthPfal.  SecondParU 
Creatures  vain^  and  GOD  All-fuffidcnt. 

1  r\  Happy  Nation  where  the  Lord 
^^  Reveals  the  Treafure  of  his  Word, 

And  builds  his  Church,  his  earthly  Throne  \ 
His  Eye  the  Heathen  World  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  Hearts,  he  knows  their  Ways, 

But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 

2  Let  Kings  rely  upon  their  Holl, 

And  of  his  Strength  the  Champioa  boaft  ; 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  ; 
In  vain  we  truft  the  bruta!  Force; 
Or  Speed  or  Courage,  of  an  Horfe, 

To  guard  his  Rider,  or  to  fly. 

3  The  Eye  of  thy  Compaflion.  Lord, 

Doth  more  fecure  Defence  afford  When 


66  PSALM  XXXIV. 

When  Deaths  or  Dangers  threat'ning  ftand  * 
Thy  watchful  Eye  preferves  the  Juft, 
Who  make  thy  Name  their  Fear  and  Truft, 

When  Wars  or  Famine  wafte  the  Land, 
4  In  Sicknefs  or  the  bloody  Field, 
Thou  our  Phyfician^  thou  our  Shield, 

Send  us  Salvation  from  thy  Throne  ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  Goodnefs  (hine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  Help  divine. 

For  all  our  Hope  is  God  alone. 

Psalm  XXXIV.    Firji  Fart,    Long  Metre. 
God's  Care  of  the  Saints ;  or.  Deliverance  by  Prayer, 

1  T  ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  Days, 

-■^  Thy  Praife  fhall  dwell  upon  my  Tongue  : 
My  Soul  fhall  glory  in  thy  Grace, 
While  Saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  Song. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  Name  ; 
I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  He 
Has  not  cxpos'd  my  Hope  to  Shame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  Grief, 

My  fecret  Groaning  reach'd  his  Ears, 
He  gave  my  inward  Pains  Relief, 
And  calm'd  the  Tumult  of  my  Fears, 

4  To  him  the  Pocr  lift  up  their  Eyes, 
Their  Faces  feel  the  heav'nly  Shine  ; 
A  Beam  of  Mercies  from  the  Skies 
Fills  them  with  Light  and  Joy  divine. 

5  His  holy  Angels  pitch  their  Tents 
Around  the  Men  that  ferve  the  Lord  ; 
O  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  Saints, 
Tafte  of  his  Grace,  and  truft  his  Word. 

6  Tkc 


P  S  ^  L  M    XXXIV.  67 

6  The  wild  young  Lions  pinch'd  with  Pain 
And  hunger,  roar  thro'  all  the  Wood  ; 
But  none  (hall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain. 
Nor  want  Supplies  of  real  Good. 
Psalm    XXXIV.  11-22.  Seem  J  Part. 

Long  Metre. 
Religious  Education  ;  or,  InJfruSiions  of  Piety. 
I  /^Hildren  in  Years,  and  Knowledge  young, 
^^  Your  Parents  Hope,  your  Parents  Joy, 
Attend  the  Counfels  of  my  Tongue, 
Let  pious  Thoughts  your  Minds  emyloy. 

I  If  you  dedre  a  Length  of  Days, 
And  Peace  to  crown  your  mortal  State, 
Reftrain  your  Feet  from  impious  Ways, 
Your  Lips  from  Slander  and  Deceit. 

5  The  Eyes  of  God  regard  his  Saints, 
His  Ears  are  open  to  their  Cries  ; 
He  fets  his  frowning  Face  againft 
The  Sons  of  Violence  and  Lies. 

J.  To  humble  Souls  and  broken  Hearts 
God  with  his  Grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  Hope  his  Love  imparts 
When  Men  in  deep  Contrition  lie. 

He  tells  their  Tears,  he  counts  their  Groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  Souls  from  Death ; 
His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  Bones, 
They  in  his  Praife  employ  their  Breath. 
P  s  A  L  M  XXXrV.  I- 10.     Firji  Pan, 

Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  Praife  for  eminent  Deliverance^ 
i  I'LL  biefs  the  Lord  from  Day  to  Day  ; 
^  Hov/  good  are  all  his  Ways  ? 
Ye  humble  Souls  that  ufe  to  pray. 
Come,  help  my  Lips  to  praife, 

D  2  3ing 


^8        PSALM  XXXIV. 

2  Sing  to  the  Honour  of  his  Nam^, 

How  a  poor  SufTrer  cry'd, 
Nor  was  his  Hope  exposed  to  Shame, 
Nor  was  his  Suitdeny'd. 

3  When  threatening  Sorrows  round  me  flood. 

And  endlefs  Fears  arofe, 
Like  the  ioud  Billows  of  a  Flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  Woes. 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  Difirefs, 

With  heavy  Groans  and  Tears  ; 
He  gtive  my  Iharpefi:  Torments  Eafe, 
And  filenc'd  all  my  Fears. 
Pause. 

5  [O  Sinners,  come  and  tafte  his  Love, 

Come,  learn  his  pleafant  Ways, 
And  let  your  own  Experience  prove 
The  Svveetnefs  of  his  Grace. 

6  He  bids  his  Angels  pitch  their  Tents 

Round  where  his  Children  dwell  ; 
What  Ills  their  heav'nly  Care  prevents 
No  earthly  Tongue  can  tell. J 

7  [O  love  the  Lord,  ye  Saint-s  of  his  ; 

His  Eye  regards  the  Jufl:  I 
How  richly  blefs'd  their  Portion  is. 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  Truft  ! 

8  Young  Lions  pinch'd  with  Hunger  roar. 

And  famifh  in  the  Wood  : 

But  God  fuppiies  his  holy  Poor 

With  ev'iy  needful  Good.] 

Psalm  XXXIV.  "11-22.  Second  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

Exhortation  to  Peace  and  HoUnefs, 

5   r"OME,  Children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord,  ^ 

^^*  Aii^l  that  your  Days- be  long,  Let 


PSALM    XXXV.  69 

Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpitcful  Word 
Be  found  upon  your  Tongue. 

1  Depart  from  Mifchief,  pra6tife  LovCs 
Piirfue  the  Works  of  Peace  ; 
So  ihali -the  "Lord  your  Ways  approve^ 
And  f^t  your  Souls  at  Ea'fe. 
3  His  Eyes  awake  to  guard  the  Tuft^ 
His  Ears  attend  their  Cry  ; 
When  broken  Spirits  dwell  in  Dufi:, 
The  God  of  Grace  is  nigh. 

4"'What  tho'  the  Sorrows  here  they  taft^ 
Are  fharp  and  tedious  too. 
The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  laft. 
Is  their  Supporter  now. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  Wicked  dead  ; 

But  God  fecures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  Mifchief  when  they  Aide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  Bone. 

6  When  Defolation  like  a  Flood 

O'er  the  proud  Sinner  roils. 
Saints  find  a  Refuge  in  their  God, 
For  heredeem'd  their  Souls. 

Psalm    XXXV.  1-.-9.  .  FlrftPdri. 

Prayer  and  Faith  ofperfecuted  Saints  ;  or, Imprecations 
mixed  with  Charity, 

1  AJOW  plead  my  Caufe,  Almighty  God 
-^^     ^W'lth  all  tjie  Sons  of  Strife  5 

And  figh  t  againft  the  Men  of  Blood, 
Who  fight  againft  my  Life. 

2  Draw  out  thy  Spear  and  ftop  their  Way, 

Lift  thy  avenging  Rod  ; 
But  to  my  Soul  in  Mercy  fay, 
"  /  am  thy  Saviour  GOD, 

D  2  3  Tliey 


70         P  B  Ji  L  M    XXXV. 

3  They  plant  their  Snares  to  catch  my  Feet, 

And  Nets  of  Mifchief  fpread  ; 
Plunge  the  Deftroyers  in  the  Pit 
That  their  own  Hands  have  made. 

4  Let  Fogs  and  Darknefs  hide  their  Way, 

And  flipp'ry  be  their  Ground  ; 
Thy  Wrath  (hall  make  their  Lives  a  Prey 
And  all  their  Rage  confound. 

5  They  fly  like  Chaff  before  the  Wind, 

Before  thine  angry  Breath  ; 
The  Angel  of  the  Lord  behind 
Purfues  them  down  to  Death. 

6  They  love  the  Road  that  leads  to  Hell  ; 

Then  let  the  Rebels  die, 
Whofe  Malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  on  high. 

7  But  if  thou  haft  a  chofen  few 

Amongft  that  impious  Race, 
Divide  them  from  the  bloody  Crew 
By  thy  furprizmg  Grace. 

8  Then  will  I  raife  my  tuneful  Voice 

To  make  thy  Wonders  known  : 
In  their  Salvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 
Ps  p.i^M  XXXV.  Ver.  12,  13,  14.  Second  Part. 
Love  to  Enemies-^  or,  the  Love  ^/'Chrift  to  Sinners 

tipifv'd  in  D^v'id. 
I  T5EHOLD  theXovc,  the  gen'rous  Lovt 
-^     That  holy  D^vid  fhows  : 
Hark  how  his  founding  Bowels  move 

To  his  affli(5ted  Foes  ! 
When  they  are  fick,  his  Soul  complains, 
And  feems  to  kd  the  Smart  5 


PSALM    XXXVI.  71 

The  Spirit  ot  the  Gofpel  reigns. 
And  nnelts  his  pious  Heart. 

J  How  did  his  flowing  Tears  condole 
As  for  a  Brother  dead  ! 
And  fafting  mortify'd  his  Soul, 
While  for  their  Life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  hini  on  their  Bed, 

Yet  ftill  he  pleads  and  mourns  \ 
And  double  Bleffings  on  his  Head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  Type  of  heav'nly  Grace  ! 

Thus  Chrifl  the  Lord  appears  ; 
While  Sinners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  Tears, 

6  He  the  true  DavicL,  IfraePs  King, 

Bleft  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  Rebels  dead  in  Sin. 
Pay'd  his  own  deareft  Blood. 

Psalm  XXXVL  5 9.    Long  Metre. 

The  FtrfeSl'wm  and  Providence  oj" GOD  j  oxfieneml^^ 
Providence  and  Special  Grace. 
IGH  in  the  Heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  Goodnefs  in  full  Glory  fhines  ; 
Thy  Truth  fhall  break  thro'  ev'ry  Cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  Deiigns. 
Forever  firm  thy  Juftice  ftands, 
As  Mountains  their  Foundations  keep  5 
Wife  are  the  Wonders  of  thy  Hands ; 
Thy  Judgments  are  a  mighty  Deep. 

Thy  Providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  Man  and  Beaft  thy  Bounty  fhare  5 
The  whole  Creation  is  thy  Charge, 
But  Saints  are  thy  peculiar  Care. 

D  3  •  4.. My 


H' 


7=        P  S  L  A  M   XXXVI. 

4  My  God  ;  how  excellent  thy  Grace ; 
Whence  all  our  Hope  and  Comfort  fprings ; 
The  Sons  of  Aia?n  in  Diftrefs   . 

Fly  to  the  Shadow  of  thy  Wings.  '" 

5  From  the  Provifions  of  thy  Houfe 
We  fhall  be  fed  with  fweet  Repaft  ; 
There  Mercy  like  a  River  flows, 
And  brings  Salvation  to  our  Tafte. 

6  Life  lik^  a  Fountain  rich  and  free 
Spring  from  the  Prefence  of  my  Lord  ; 
And  in  thy  Light  our  Souls  fliall  fee 
The  Glories  promis'd  in  thy  Word. 

P  s  Art  M  XXXVL  1,2,5,6,7,9.  Com.Metre. 

PraSfkal  Atheijm  expos' d  j  or,  the  Being  cmd  jittributes 
cf  GOD  ajjerted. 

1  TX/HILE  Men  grow  bold  in  wicked  Ways, 

'^       And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
^i'  Aiy  Heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  Thoughts  believe  there's  ncn^. 

2  Their  Thoughis  and  Ways  at  once  declare 

(What  e'er  their  Lips  profefs)-. .  : 

God  hath  no  Wrath  for  them  to  fear^      • 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  Grace. 

3  What  firange  Self-fiatt'ry  blinds  their  Eycrl 

But  there's  a  haft'ning  Hour,  I 

When  they  fhall  fee  with  fore  Surprize 
The  Terrors  of  thy  Pow'r. 

4.  Thy  Juflice  fliall  maintain  its  Throne, 
Tho'  Adountains  melt  away  ; 
Thy  Judgments  are  a  World  unkr>own, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  Sea. 

5  Above  thefe  Heav'ns  created  Rounds, 

Thy  Mercies,  Lord  extend :  Thy 


PSALM    XXXYI/  73 

Thy  Truth  out- lives  the  narrow  Bounds 
Where  Time  and  Nature  end. 

^  Safety  to  Man  thy  Goodnefs  brings. 
Nor  overlooks  the  Beait ; 
Beneath  the  Shadow  of  thy  Wings 
Thy  Children  chufe  to  reft. 

7  [From  Thee.  whenCreature-ftreams  run  low. 

And  mortal  Comforts  die, 
Perpetual  Springs  of  Life  fnall  ikiw^-  ^ 
And  raife  our  Fleafures  high. 

8  Tho'  all  created  Light  decay, 

And  Death  clofe  up  our  Eyes, 

Thy  Prefence  makes  eternal  Daf/ 

Where  Clouds  can  never  rife.] 

Psalm  XXXW.  i-— 7.     Short  Metre. 

The  Wickednejs  of  Man  ^  and  the  Majejly  cfGOD  j  or, 
Fra^ical  Athelfm  expos  d, 

1  ViyHEN  Man  grows  bold  in  Sin, 

^^      My  Heart  within  me  cries, 
*'  He  hath  no  Faith  of  God  within, 
''  Nor  Fear  before  his  Eyes* 

2  [He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 

In  a  Self-flatt'ring  Dream, 
'Till  his  dark  Crimes  at  once  reveardj 
-Expofe  his  hateful  Name.] 

3  His  Heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  Words  arc  fmooth  and  fair ; 
Wifdom  is  banifh'd  from  his  Soul, 
And  leaves  no  Goodnefs  there. 

4  He   plots  upon  his  Bed 

New  M^khie&  to  fulfil  i  - 
He  iets  his  Heart,  and  Hand^  and  Head- 
Tq  Jra4ice  all  that's  ilh       D  4         5  But 


74        PSALM    XXXVII. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Tho'  JVlen  renounce  his  Fear; 
His  Jufticc  hid  behind  the  CJoud 
Shall  one  great  Day  appear. 

d  His  Truth  tranfcends  the  Sky, 
In  Heav'n  his  Mercies  dwell  ; 
Deep  as  the  Sea  his  Judgments  lie. 
His  Anger  burns  to  Hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  Love, 

Whence  all  our  Safety  fprings  ! 
€)  never  let  my  Soul  remove 
From  undtrneath  his  Wings. 

P  s  A  L  .M  XXXVII.   I-  — 15.  FlrfiPart. 

Jhe  Cure  of  Efroy^Fretfutnefs^  and  Vnhelief\  or,  T^he 
Reivards  cf  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked-,  or,  The 
World's  Hatred^  and  the  Saints  Patience. 

1  \1L7HY  fhould  I  vex  my  Soul,  and  fret 

^^     To  fee  the  Wicked  rife  f 
CJr  envy  Sinners  waxin-g  great 

By  Violence  and  Lies  ? 

2  As  now'ry  Grafs  cut  down  at  Noon, 

ij<sfore  the  Ev'ning  fades, 
So  diall  their  Glories  vanifn  foon 
In  everlafting  Shades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  Truft, 

And  pracfticeaii  that's  good  -, 

So  fliall  I  dwell  among  the  Juft, 

And  He'll  provide  me  food. 

f  I  to  my  God  my  Ways  commit, 
And  chearful  wait  his  Will  ; 
'  Thy  Hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  Feet, 
Sh-^''  :r\y  Defires  fuliil. 


PSALM  XXXVH;  ■        75" 

5  Mine  Innocence  ihalt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  Judgments  known^ 
Fair  as  the  Light  of  dawning  Day, 
And  glorious  as  the  Noon. 

6  The  Meek  at  laft  the  Earth  pofTefs, 

And  are  the  Heirs  of  Hcav'n  ; 
True  Riches j  with  abundant  Peace^. 
To  humble  Souls  are  giv'n. 
Pause. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep,  his  Way^ 

Nor  let  your  Anger  rife^    . 
Tho'  Providence  fhould  long  delay,  •  ^ 
To  punifh  haughty  Vice. 
S  Let  Sinners  join  to  break  your  Peace^    ^ 
And; plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
Their  Day  of  Vengeance  come. 
^^They  hsve  drawn  out  the  threat'ning,  Sword^. 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  Bow, 
To  flay  the  Men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  Right'ous  low. 
lo  My  God  (hall  break  their  Bows,  and  burn 
Their  perfecuting  Darts, 
Shall  their  own  Swords  againft  them  turn; 
And  Pain  furprize  their  Hearts^ 
P  s  A  L  M  XXXVII.   i6,  21,  26-31,  SeccndPan, 
dmrity  to  the  Poor ;  or.  Religion  i?2  f Fords  and  Dseds^ 

1  VyHY  do  the  wealthy  Wicked  boaft^, 
^^      And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  Portion  of  the  Juft 
Excels  the  Sinners  Gold, 

2-  The  Wicked  borrows  of  his  Friendsg 

But  ne'er  deiigns  to  pay  J .      D  £    -    The 


l6  V  B  A  L  M  XXXVIL 

The  Saint  is  merciful  and  Jends, 
Nor  turns  the  Poor  away, 

3  His  Alms  with  iib'ral  Heart  he  gives 

Amongft  the  Sons  of  Need  ; 
His  Mem'ry  to  long  Ages  lives. 
And  bleffed  is  his  Seed. 

4  His  Lips  abhor  to  talk  profane. 

To  flander  or  defraud  j. 
His  ready  Tongue  declares  to  Men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  Law  and  Gofpel  of  the  Lord: 
'    Deep  in  his  Heart  abide  ; 

Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  Word 
His  Feet  fhall  never  Aide. 

6  When  Sinners  fall,  the  Righteous  fland, 

Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  Snare  ; 
They  {hall  poflefs  the  promised  Land, 
•    And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

Psalm  XXXVIL  Ver.  23-37.  ^^'^^  ^^^^^ 
The  Way  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  iheWicked^ 

1  \J[^  God,  the  Steps  of  pious  Men 
^^  Are  order'd  by  thy  Will  ; 
Though  they  fhould  fall,  they  rife  again. 

Thy  Hand  fupports  them  ftill. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  Ways, 

Tfeeir  Vertue  he  approves : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  Grace, 
Nor  leave  the  Man  he  loves. 

3  Theheav'nly  Heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  Portion  and  their  Home  ; 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  Heirs 
Of  Bleffings  long  to  comco 

6.  Wait 


P  S  ^  L  M  XXXVIIL        77 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  Sons  of  Men, 

Nor  fear  when  Tyrants  frown  ;  ^ 

Ye  (hall  confefs  their  Pride  was  vain 

When  Juftice  cafts  them  dawn. 

P-AUSEi-- 

5  The  haughtySinner  have  I  feen 

Not  fearing  Man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  Bay-tree  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  Arvcis  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vaniihM  from  the  Ground, 

Deftroy'd  by  Hands  unfeen  ; 
Nor  Root,  nor  Branch,  nor  Leaf  ^A^as  found 
Where  all  that  Pride  hath  been. 

7  But  mark  the  Man  of  Righteoufnefs, 

His  feverah  Steps  attend  ; 
True  Pleafure  runs  thro'  all  his  Ways^ 
And  peaceful  is  his  End. 

Psalm  XXXYIIL  . 
Guilt  of  Confdence  and  Relief  i  or,  Repentance  and 
Prayer  for  Favdon  and  Health.. 

1  A  MIDST  thy  Wrath  remember  Love, 
^^     Reftore  thy  Servant,  Lord, 

Nor  let  a  Father's  Chaft'ning  prove 
Like  an  Avenger's  Sword. 

2  Thine  Arrows  ftick- within  my  Hearts 

My  Flefh  is  foreiy  preft  ; 
Between  the  Sorrov/  and  the  Smart 
My  Spirit  finds  no  Reft. 
^  ,My  Sins  a  heavy  Load  appear. 
And  o'er  my  Head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear^ 
Too  hard  iot  me  l'  atoae, 


^8  P    S   Jl  1^   M     AAAXA. 

|.  Mv  Thoughts  are  like  a  troubl'd  Sea^ 
My  Head  ftill  bending  down  ^ 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  Day 
Beneath  my  Father's  Frown. 

5  Lord,  1  am  weak  and  broken  fore, 

None  of  my  Pow'rs  are  whole  ; 
The  inward  Anguilh  makes  me  roar. 
The  Anguilh  of  my  SouL 

6  All  my  Defire  to  thee  is  known. 

Thine  Eye  counts  ev'ry  Tear, 
And  ev'ry  Sigh,  and  ev'ry  Groan 
.,  Is  notic'd  by  thine  Ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  Hope ; 

Mv  God  will  hear  my  Cry, 
My  God  will  bear  my  Spirit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

8  [My  Foot  is  ever  apt  to  Aide, 

Mv  Foes  rejoice  to  fee't  ;  ,    -n  •  j^ 

Thejraife  their  Pleafute  and  their  Pnde 
V/hen  they  fupplant  my  teet. 

9  But  ril  confefs  my  Guilt  to  Thee, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  bin  \ 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  my  Graces  be. 
And  beg  Support  Divme. 

10  My  God,  forgive  my  Follies  paft. 

And  be  for  ever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord  of  mv  Salvatron  haite  j 
Befor^thy 'Servant  die.] 

Watdfulnefs  over  the  Tongue ,  or.  Prudence  and  Z.^. 

,  rr-^HTlS  T  refolv*d  beiorc  the  Lord, 

'  T"  u^iow  4iU  I  w»tck  my  Tongue^  ^ 


"  Left  I  let  (lip  one  finful  Word, 
"  Or  do  my  Neighbour  Wrong. 

And  if  I'm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  ftay 
With  Men  of  Lives  profane, 

I'll  fet  a  double  Guard  that  Day, 
Nor  let  my  Talk  be  vain. 

rU  fcarce  allow  nry  Lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  Thoughts  I  feel. 
Left  Scoffers  (liould  tli*  Occafion  lake 

To  mock  my  holy  Zeal. 
Yet  if  fome  proper  Hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  let  the  fcoffing  Sinners  hear 

That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 

Psalm  XXXIX.    4,  5,  6,  7.    Second PaH 
The  Vanity  of  Man  as  mortal, 

'T^'EACH  me  the  Meafure  of  ray  Days 
-'■      Thou  Maker  of  my  Frame ; 
I  wou'd  furvey  Life's  narrow  Space-^ 
And  learn  how  frail  1  am. 

A  Span  is  all  that  we  can  boaft. 

An  Inch  or  two  of  Time  ; 
Man  is  but  Vanity  and  Duft 

In  all  his  Flow'r  and  Prime. 

See  the  vain  Race  of  Mortals  move 

Like  Shadows  o'er  the  Plain, 
They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love^ 

But  all  the  Noife  is  vain. 
Some  walk  in  Honour's  gaudy  Shov/, 

Some  dig  for  golden  Ore, 
They  toil  for  Heirs  they  kn©w  not  who^ 

And  ftrait  are  feen  no  more, 

$  Wha^ 


2o  P  S  jl  L  M   XXXIX. 

5  What  fhould  I  wi(h  or  wait  for  then 

From  Creatures,  Earth  and  Duft  ? 
They  make  our  Expedations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  Truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  Hope, 

My  fond  Defires  recal  ; 
I  give  my  mortal  Int'reft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  All. 

Psalm  XXXlXViv,  9—13.     Third  Part, 

Sick-Bed  Devotion  5  Or,  Pkading  without 

Repiningo  . 

1  /^OD  of  my  Life,  look  gently  down,  - 
^^  Behold  the  Pains  I  feel  ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  Throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  Will. 

2  Difcafes  are  thy  Servants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  Command  ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  Word, 
Againft  thy  chaft'ning  Hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  Cries, 

Remove  thy  (harp  Rebukes  : 
My  Strength  confumes,  my  Spirit  dies,   . 
Through  thy  repeated  Strokes. 

4  Crufli'd  as  a  Moth  beneath  thy  Hand 

We  moulder  to  the  Duft  5 
Our  feeble  Pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand. 
And  all  our  Beauty's  loft. . 

5  [This  mortal  Life  decays  apace. 

How  foon  the  Bubble's  broke  ! 
^dam  and  all  his  numVous  Race 
Are  Vanity  and  Smoke.] 
6"  I'm  but  a  Sojourner  belov/. 

As  *I1  my  Father's  were  5  Ms 


P  S  ^  L  M  XL.  8i 

May  I  be  well  prepared  to  go, 
When  I  the  Summons  hear  ! 

7  But  if  my  Life  be  fpar'd  a  whih 
Before  my  laft  Remove, 
Thy  Praife  lliall  be  my  Bufmefs  ftill. 
And  rjl  declare  thy  Love. 
Psalm  XL.  Fer.  i,  2,  3,  5,  17.     Fir/}  Pari. 
Common  Metre. 
J  Song  of  I>d'ruerance  from  Great  D'lftref, 

1  T  Waited  patient  for  the  Lord, 
-^  He  bow'd  to  hear  my  Cry  ; 
He  faw  me  refting  on  his  Word, 

And  brought  Salvation  nigh» . 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  Pit, 

Where  mourning. long  I  lay. 
And  from  my  Bonds  released  my  Feet^ 
Deep  Bonds  of  miry  Clay, 

3  Firm  on  a  Rock  he  made  me  ftand. 

And  taught  my  chearful  Tongue 
To  praife  the  Wonders  of  his  Hand 
In  a  new  thankful  Song. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  Works  of  Grace  abroad  i 

The  Saints  with  Joy  fhall  hear. 
And  Sinners  learn  to  make  my  Goi> 
Their  only  Hope  and  Fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  Thoughts  of  Love  i 

Thy  Mercies  Lord  how  great  \ 
We  have  not  Words  nor  Hours  enough 
Their  Numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afflided,  poor  and  low. 

And  Light  and  Peace  depart, 
My  God  beholds  my  heavy  Woe, 
And  hears  me  on  his  Heart. 

PSA2,M 


S2  F  S  ^  L  M  XL. 

Psalm  XL.  6-— 9.    Second  Part.  Com.  Metre 
The  Incarnation  and  Sacrifice  c/Chrifl. 

1  'TpHUS  faith  the  Lord,  '<  your  Work  is  vainj 

-*■       "  Give  your  Burnt-Offrings  o'er, 
"  In  dying  Goats  and  Bullocks  iiain 
"   My  Soul  delights  no  more. 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  *'  Lo,  I'm  here, 

"  My  God,  to  do  thy  Will  ; 
<«  What  e'er  thy  facred  Books  declare 
"  Thy  Servant  (hall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  Law  is  ever  in  my  Sight, 

"  I  keep  it  near  my  Heart : 
«'  Mine  Eyes  are  open'd  with  Delight 
"  To  what  thy  Lips  impart. 

4  And  fee,  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  Eternal  Son  appears, 
And  at  th*  appointed  Time  aflumes 
The  Body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  Grace, 

And  much  his  Truth  he  fhew'd. 
And  preach'd  the  Way  of  Righteoufnefs 
Where  great  Affemblies  flood. 

6  His  Father's  Honour  touch'd  his  H^art, 

He  pity'd  Sinners  Cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  Part 
Was  made  a  Sacrifice. 

Pause. 

7  No  Blood  of  Beafts  on  Altars  fhed 

Could  wafh  the  Confciencc  clean, 
But  the  rich  Sacrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  Sin. 
\  Then  was  the  great  Salvation  fpread^ 

An4  Satan  ^  Kixigdom  (hook  ;  Thvv^ 


P\S  ^  L  M  XL.  $z 

Thus  by  the  Woman's  promis'd  Seed 
The  Serpent's  Head  was  broke. 

Psalm  XL.    5—10.    Long  Metre. 

Chrift  our  Sacrifice, 

^HE  Wonders,  Lord,  thy  Love  has  wrought, 
*-    Exceed  our  Praire,furmount  ourThought  5 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  Detail, 
My  Speech  would  faint,  my  Numbers  fail. 

No  Blood  of  Beafts  on  Ahars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  Souls  of  Men  from  Guilt  % 

But  thou  haft  f^t  before  our  Eyes 

An  All-fufficient  Sacrifice. 

Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears. 

To  thy  Defigns  he  bov/s  his  Ears ; 

AiTumes  a  Body  well  prepared, 

And  well  performs  a  Work  fo  hard. 

"  Behold,  I  come,  (the  Saviour  cries, 
*<  V/ith  Love  and  Duty  in  his  Eyes) 
"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  Load 
<«  Of  Sins,  and  do  thy  Will,  my  God. 
"  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  Decree, 
'«  'Tis  in  thy  Book  foretold  of  Me, 
"  I  muft  fultil  the  Saviour's  Part ; 
"  And  lo  I  thy  Law  is  in  my  Heart. 
"  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  Law, 
"  And  Rebels  to  Obedience  draw, 
"  When  on  my  Crofs  Pm  lifted  high, 
*'  Or  to  my  Crown  arbove  the  Sky. 
<'  The  Spirit  fhall  defcend  and  fhow 
."  What  thou  hafi:  done,  and  what  I  ^o  ; 
>;f'  The  wond'ringWorld  fhall  learn  thy  Grace, 
•'  Thy  Wifdom  and  thy  Righteoufnefs. 

Psalm 


B^ 


PSJLM  XLI,/XLIL 

Psalm     XLI.  t,  2,  3. 
Charity  to  the  Poor  ;  or,   Pity  to  the  Affli5^eL 

>LEST  is  the  Man  whofe  Bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  Pity  to  the  Poor, 
Whofe  Soul  by  fympathizing  Love 
Feels  what  his  Feliow-Saints  endure. 

2  His  Heart  contrives  for  their  Relief 
More  Good  than  his  own  Hands  can  do  5 
He  in  the  Time  of  gen'ral  Grief 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  Bowels  too. 

3  His  Soul  (hall  hve  fecure  on  Earth, 
With  fecret  Bieifings  on  his  Head, 
When  Drought,  and  Peftilence,  and  Death, 
Around  him  multiply  their  Dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  Couch 
God  will  pronounce  his  Sins  forgiv'n. 
Will  fave  him  v»'ith  a  healing  Touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  Soul  to  Heav'n. 

Psalm  XLII.     1—9.     Firji  Part, 

Defer tion  and  Hope },   or,  Compklni  of  Abfence  from 

public  PFGvJhip. 

1  "XTrrlTH  earned  Lonein^s  of  the  Mind,. 

^^      My  God,  to  Thee  I  look ;  , 
So  pants  the  hunted  Hart  to  find 
iii.nd  tafle  the  cooling  Brook. 

2  When  (hall  I  fee  thy  Courts  of  Grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  Abfence  from  thy  Face 
My  Heart  endures  with  Fain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  Soul,  ;.^^ 

And  Tears  are  my  Repaft  ;  ;  iJH 

The  Foe  infults  without  Controul,  "^^ 

*'  Jnd  where' s  your  GOD  athji? 

A,  'Tis 


PSALM   XLII.  8^ 

4  *Tis  with  a  mournful  Pleafure  now 
I  think  on  ancient  Days  : 
Then  to  thy  Houfe  did  Numbers  go, 
And  ail  our  Work  was  Praife. 

5  But  why,  my  Soul,  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  Load  ? 
Why  do  my  Thoughts  indulge  Defpair, 
And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  Hand 

Can  all  thy  Woes  remove. 
For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  ftand. 
And  fing  refe)ring  Love. 

Psalm   XLIL     6— -ii.     Seccnd  Pari, 

Melancholy  Thoughts  rgproved^  or,  Hope. in  JffitcHon" 

1  IV/fY  Spirit  finks  within  me.  Lord, 
^^   But  I  will  call  thy  Name  to  Mind^-. 
And  Times  of  paft  Diftrefs  record. 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind* 

2  Huge  Troubles  with  tumultuous  Noife 
Swell  like  a  Sea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
Thy  Water-fpouts  drown  all  my  Joys, 
And  rifing  Waves  roll  o'er  my  Head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  Love, 
When  I  addrefs  his  Throne  by  Day, 
Nor  in  the  Night  his  Grace  remove; 
The  Night  ihali  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4.  ril  cafl  myfelf  before  his  Feet, 

And  fay,  <*  My  God,  my  heavenly  Rock, 

"  \yriy  doth  thy  Love  fo  long  forget 

"  Tiie  Soui  that  groans  beneath  thy  Stroke  ? 

5  i'll  chide  my  Heart  that  fmks  fb  low. 
Why  fhoula  my  Soul  indulge  her  Grief? 

Hope 


86  PSALM  XLIV. 

Hope  in  the  Lord  ;  and  praife  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  Reft,  my  fure  Relief. 

6  Thy  Light  and  Truth  (hall  guide  me  ftill, 
Thy  Word  (hall  my  bcft  Thoughts  employ. 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  Hill, 
My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  Joy, 

Psalm  XLIV.  Ver.  i,  2,  3,  8,  15,  26. 

The  Church's  Corftplaint  in  Perfecution, 

1  T  ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  Works  of  old, 
"*^  Thy  Works  of  Pow'r  and  Grace, 

When  to  our  Ears  our  Fathers  told, 
The  Wonders  of  their  Days. 

2  riow  thou  didft  build  thy  Churches  here. 

And  make  thy  Gofpel  known  ; 
Amongft  them  did  thine  Arm  appear. 
Thy  Light  and  Glory  (hone. 

3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  Day, 

And  in  a  chearful  Throng 
Did  Thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray^ 
And  Grace  was  all  their  Song. 

4  But  now  our  Souls  are  feiz'd  with  Shame, 

Confufion  fills  our  Face, 
To  hear  the  Enemy  blafpheme. 
And  Fools  reproach  thy  Grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  dealt  with  Heav'n, 
Nor  have  our  Steps  declin'd  the  Road. 
Or  Duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 
J  Tho'  Dragons  all  around  us  roar 
With  their  deftru(5tive  Breath, 
Aad  thine  own  Hand  has,bruis'd  us  fore  . 
Hard  by  the  pates  of  Death. 

Pause. 


PSALM  XLV-  87 

Pause. 

7  We  arc  exposM  all  Day  to  die 

As  Martyrs  for  thy  Caufe, 
As  Sheep  for  Slaughter  bound  we  lie 
By  (harp  and  bloody  Laws. 

8  Awake,  arife,  Almighty  Lord, 

Why  lleeps  thy  wonted  Grace  ? 
Why  (hould  we  look  like  Men  abhcar'd. 
Or  bani(h'd  from  thy  Face  ? 
§  Wilt  thou  forever  caft  us  off. 
And  ftill  neglecft  our  Cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  Love 
From  our  afflided  Eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  Dull  our  Soul  is  bow'd> 

And  dies  upon  the  Ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  Help,  rebuke  the  Proud., 
And  all  their  PowVs  confound. 

1 1  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  Shame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  Honours  of  thy  Name, 
The  Merits  of  thy  Blood. 

Psalm   XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  Glory  of  Christ,  The  Succefs  of  the  Gofpdy 
and  the  Gentile  Church. 

1  X/I Y  Saviour  and  my' King, 
"*•-*'  Thy  Beauties  are  Divine  ; 
Thy  Lips  with  Bleffings  overflow, 

And  ev*ry  Grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  Glory  known. 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  Sword, 
And  ride  m  Majefty  ?o  i^read 
The  Conquefts  ot  thy  Word, 

3  Strike 


88  PSALM    XLV. 

3  Strike  thro'  thy  ftubborn  Foes, 

Or  melt  their  Hearts  t'  obey. 
While  Juftice,  Meekn'efs  Grace  and  Truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  Way. 

4  Thy  Laws  O  God,  are  right  ; 

Thy  throne  (hall  €ver  ftand  ; 
And  thy  vidtorious  Gofpel  proves 
A  Scepter  in  thy  Hand. 

5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  Meafure  Ihed 
His  Spirit  like  a  joyful  Oil 
T*  anoint  thy  facred  Head. 
ii  [Behold,  at  thy  Right  hand 
The  Gentile  Church  is  feen. 
Like  a  fair  Bride  in  rich  Attire, 
And  Princes  guard  the  Queen.] 

7  Fair  Bride,  receive  his  Love, 

Forget  thy  Father's  Houfe  ; 
Forfake  thy  Gods,  thy  Idol  Gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  Vows. 

8  O  let  thy  God  and|King 

Thy  fweeteft  Thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  Children  fliali  his  Honour  fmg 

In  Palaces  of  Joy. 
Psalm  XLV.     Common  Metre.^ 
^he  Perfonal  Glories  and  Government  ^Chrifl. 

1  I'LL  fpeak  the  Honours  of  my  King, 
-*■  His  Form  divinely  fair ; 

None  of  the  Sons  of  Mortal  Race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare.   . 

2  Sweet  is  thy  Speecli,  and  heav'hiy  jprace 

Upon  thy  Lips  is  (hed  ;  ; 

Thy  God  with  BlefTmgs  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  Head. 


PSALM    XLV.  ^9 

3  Gird  on  thy  Sword,  vidorious  Prince  ; 

Ride  with  majeftick  Sway; 
Thy  Terror  (hail  ftrike  thro'  thy  Foes, 
And  make  the  World  obey. 

4  Thy  Throne,  O  God,  forever  ftands  : 

Thy  Word  of  Grace  ilial]  prove 
A  peaceful  Scepter  in  thy  Hands, 
To  rule  the  Saints  by  Love. 

5  Juftice  and  Truth  attend  Thee  flilJ, 

Eut  Mercy  is  thy  [Choice  : 
[  And  God,  thy  God',  thy  Soul  ihall  fill 
With  moft  peculiar  Joys. 

Psalm  XLV.     Flrji  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Glory  (^/"Chrift,  and  Power  of  his  GoJpeL 

1  "VrOW  be  my  Heart  infpir'd  to  fmg 
-^^    The  Glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
yefus  the  Lord  ;  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  Form  !  how  bright  his  Beauties  are ! 

2.  O'er  all  the  Sons  of  human  Race 
He  fhines  with  a  fuperiour  Grace, 
Love  from  his  Lips  divinely  flows. 
And  BlefTmgs  all  his  State  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  Arms,  mofl  mighty  Lord, 

Gird  on  th^  Terror  of  thy  Sword, 

In  Majefty  and  Glory  ride 

With  Truth  and  Meeknefs  at  thy  Side. 
^  Thine  Anger  like  a  pointed  Dart 

Shall  pierce  the  Foes  of  flubborn  Heart  : 

Or  VVords  of  Mercy  kind  and  fwcet 

Shall  melt  the  Rebels  at  thy  Feet. 
J  Thy  Thrones  D  God,  for  ever  f^ands, 

Grace  is  the  Sceptre  in  thy  Hands  j 

Thy 


9®  P  S  ji  L  M   XLV. 

Thy  Laws  and  Works  are  juft  and  right, 
Juftice  and  Grace  are  thy  Dehght. 
6  God,  thine  own  God  has  richly  flied 
His  Oil  of  Gladnefs  on  thy  Head, 
And  with  his  facrcd  Spirit  bleft 
His  firlVborn  Son  above  the  reft. 

Psalm  XLV.    Seco7id  Part.    Long  M«trc. 
Chrift:  and  his  Church  ;    or,  7 he  m^Ueai  Marriage^ 

1  npHE  King  of  Saints,  how  fair  his  Face, 

^    Adorn'd  with  Majefty  and  Grace  ! 
He  comes  with  Blefiings  from  above. 
And  wins  the  Nations  to  his  Love. 

2  At  his  Right  hand  our  Eyes  behold 
The  Queen  array'd  in  pureft  Gold  ; 
The  World  admires  her  heav'nly  Drefs  ; 
Her  Robe  of  Joy  and  Righteoufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  Beauties  like  his  own. 

He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  Throne  j 
Fair  Stranger,  let  thine  Heart  forget 
The  Idols  of  thy  native  State. 

4  So  (ball  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  Fav'rite  of  his  Choice  ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd. 
For  He's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  Hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  Palace  in  the  Skies, 
And  all  thy  Sons  (a  num'rous  Train) 
Each  like  a  Prince  in  Glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  Honours  crown  his  Head  ; 
Lf  t  ev'ry  Age  his  Praifes  fpread  ; 

■    While  we  with  chearful  Songs  approve 
1  hs  Condefce»fions  of  his  Love. 

P^ALM 


G 


P  S  ^  L  M  XLVL  91 

Psalm     XLVI.     Fir^  Pari. 
TJje  Church's   Safety  and  Triumph  among   National 
Dejolations, 
OD  is  the  Refuge  of  his  Saints, 
When  Storms  of  iharp  Diftrefs  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  Con^plaints 
Bel^f^  him  prefent  with  his  Aid. 

Let  Mountains  from  their  Seats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  Deep,  and  buried  there  ; 
Convuliions  ihake  the  folid  World, 
Our  Faith  (hall  never  yeild  to  Fear. 

Loud  may  the  troubl'd  Ocean  roar^ 
Li  facred  Peace  cur  Souls  abide. 
While  ev'ry  Nation,  ev'ty  .Shore 
Trembles,  arid  dreads  .the  fwelliog  Tide, 

There  is  a  Stream  whofe  gentle  Flow 
Supplies  the  City  of  our  God  ; 
Life,  Love,  and  Joy  ftill  ghding  thro', 
And  wat  jino;  our  divine  Abode. 
That  facred  Stream,  thine  h-o'y  Word, 
That  all  our  raging  Fear  controuls  : 
Sweet  Peace  thy  Promiies  afford. 
And  give  new  Strength  to  fainting  S.ouls. 

5zl«*enjoys  her  Monarch's  Love, 
Secure  againrt  athreat'ning  Hour; 
Nor  can  her  tirm  Foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  Truth,  and  arm'd  with  PowV. 

Psalm  XLVI.      Second  Part. 
.  GOD  fights  for  his  Church. 
ET  Sion  in  her  King  rejoice, 
Tho'  Tyrants  rage,  and  Kingdoms  rife , 
He  utters  his  A^lmighty  Voice, 
The  Nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies, 

E  2  The 


V 


92  PSALM  XLVIL 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought^ 
And  Jacob's  God  is  itill  our  Aid  j 
Behold  the  Works  his  Hand  has  wrought. 
What  Defolations  he  has  made- 

3  From  Sea  to  Sea  through  all  the  Shores 
He  makes  the  Noife  of  Battle  ceafe  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  Thunder  roars. 
He  awes  the  trembling  World  to  Peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  Bow,  he  cuts  the  Spear, 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  f^lame ; 
Keep  Silence  all  the  Earth,  and  hear 
The  Sound  and  Glory  of  his  Name. 

5  "  Be  flill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
'^  I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  Lands, 

<'  1  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
*'  But  ftill  my  Throne  in  Sion  fiandSi 

6  O  Lord  of  Hofts,  Almighty  King, 
While  we  fo  near  thy  Prefence  dwell, 
Our  Faith  (hall  fit  fecure,  and  fmg 
Defiance  to  the  Gates  of  Hell. 

Psalm    XLVIL 
Chrift  Jfeemling  and  Reigning. 

1  f\  For  a  Shout  of  facred  Joy 

^     To  GoD  the  Sov'reign  King! 
Let  ev'ry  Land  their  Tongues  employ. 
And  Hymns  of  Triumph  fmg. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high  ; 

His  Heav'nly  Guards  around 
Attend  him  riling  thro'  the  Sky, 
With  Trumpet's  joyful  Sound. 

3  While  Angels  Ibout  and  praife  their  King, 

Let  Mortals  learn  their  Strains  ; 

L' 


PSALM   XLYIIL  95 

Let  all  the  l^th  his  Honours  fing  ; 
O'er  all  the  Earth  he  reigns. 

^.^fliearfe  his  Praife  with  Awe  profound^ 
■'  Let  Knowledge  lead  the  Song, 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  Sound 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  Tongue. 

5  In  Ifraet  ilood  his  ancient  Throne> 

Ke  iov'd  that  chofen  Race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  World  his  own^ 
And  Heathens  taile  his  Grace. 

6  The  Britijh  Iflands  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abrahams  God  is  known  ; 
While  Pow'rs  and  Princes,  Shields  and  Swords 
Submit  before  his  Throne. 

Psalm  XLVIiL    1—8.    FirftFart. 

The  Church  is  the  Honour  and  Safety  of  a  NatioK, 

1  [r>  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

^^     And  let  his  Praife  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  Churches  his  Abode, 
His  moft  delightful  Seat. 

2  Thefe  Temples  of  his  Grace, 

How  beautiful  they  ftand  ? 
The  Honours  of  our  native  Place, 
And  Bulwarks  of  our  Land.] 

3  In  Sion  God  is  known 

A  Refuge  in  Diftrefs  ; 
How  bright  has  his  Salvation  flions 
Through  all  her  Palaces. 

4.  When  Kings  againft  her  join'd. 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there. 
In  wild  Confufion  of  the  Mind 
They  fied  with  hafty  Feafc 


94  PSALM  XLVIII. 

5  When  Navies  tall  and  proud 

Attempt  to  fpoil  our  Peace, 
He  fends  his  Tempeft  roaring  loud. 
And  links  them  hi  the  Seas. 

6  Oft  have  our  Fathers  told, 

Our  Eyes  have  often  feen. 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  Fold 
Where  his  own  Sheep  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  Diilrefs 

We'll  to  his  Houfe  repair, 
We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  Grace, 
And  feek  Deliverance  there. 

Psalm  XLVIII.    10—14.    Second  Part, 

TheBeauty  of  the  Church  ;  or  fiofpeilVorJhip  ^  Order, 

I   pAR  as  thy  Name  is  known 

^      The  World  declares  thy  Praifc  ; 
Thy  Saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  Throne 
Tl^eir  Songs  of  Honour  raife. 

.:  With  Joy  let  Judah  ftand 
On  Sions  cholen  Hill, 
Proclaim  the  Wonders  of  thy  Hand, 
And  Counfels  of  thy  Will. 

;  Let  Strangers  walk  around 
The  City  where  we  dwell, 
Gompafs  and  view  thine  holy  Ground, 
And  mark  the  Building  \vell : 

I  The  Orders  of  thy  Houfe, 

The  Worfhip  of  thy  Court, 
The  chearful  Sonss,  the  folemn  Vows, 
And  make  a  fair  Report. 
5  How  decent  and  liow  wife  ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Beyond 


PSALM   XLIX.  95 

Beyond  the  Pomp  that  charms  the  Eyes, 
And  Rites  adorn'd  with  Gold. 
6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 
Will  guide  us  'till  we  die. 
Will  be'our  God  while  here  below^ 
And  ours  above. the  Sky. 

Psalm  XLIX.  e-iji.  FirflPart.  Com. Metre. 
Pride  and  Death  ;  or,  The  Vanity  of  Life  and  Riches, 

1  11  r  HY  doth  the  Man  of  Riches  grow 

^'^        To  Infolence  and  Pride, 
To  fee  his  Wealth  and  rionours  flow 
With  ev'ry  rifing  Tide  ? 

2  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  Poor  with  Scorn, 

Made  of  the  felf-fame  Clay, 
And  boait  as  tho'  his  Flefli  were  born 
Of  better  Dud  than  they  :j 

3  Not  all  his  Treafures  can. procure 

His  Soul  a  diort  Reprieve, 
Redeem  from  Death  on^  guilty  Hour, 
Or  make  his  Brother  live. 

4  Life  is  a  Blelling  can't  be  fold, 

The  Ranfom  is  too  high  ; 
Jufiice  v/ill  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  Gold, 
j         That  Man  may  never  die.] 
He  fees  the  Brutifh.  and  the  Wife, 

Tne  Tim'rous  and  the  Brave 
Quit  their  FoiTeffions,  clofe  their  Eyes, 
And  haden  to  the  Grave. 

Yet  'tis  his  inward  Thousht  and  Pride, 

■"  My  Houfe  Ihall  ever^iiand  ; 
'-  And  that  my  Name  may  long  abide 
''  I'll  give  it  to  my  Land. . 

^3  7  Vain 


9^  PSALM  XLIX. 

7  Vain  are  his  Thoughts,  his  Hopes  are  lol^,' 
How  foon  his  Mem'ry  dies  \ 
His  Name  is  written  in  the  Dufl 
Where  his  own  Carcafs  Hes] 
Pause. 
S  This  Is  the  Folly  of  their  Way  j 
And  yet  their  Sons  as  vain 
Approve  the  Words  their  Father  fay. 
And  act  their  Works  again. 
q  Men  void  of  Wifdoni  and  of  Grace, 
If  Honour  raifethem  high, 
Live  like  the  Beart,  a  thoughtlefs  Race, 
And  like  the  Bead  th«y  die. 

7.0  [Laid  io  the  Grave  like  filly  Sheep, 
Death  kedsupon  them  there, 
Till  the  lall  Trumpet  breaks  their  Skep, 
In  Tenor  and  Defpair.] 

P  s  A  L  M  XLIX.     /^t7M4,  15.  Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

Death  and  the  Refwrecllon, 

I  -yE  Soils  cf  Pride,  that  hate  the  Juft, 
■*■     And  trample  onthe  Poor, 
When  Death  has  brought  ycu  down  to  Duft 
Your  Pcmp  (liall  rife  no  more. 

T}\e  Irsll  great  Day  fhall  change  the  Scene ; 

When  will  that  Hour  appear  r 
When  fnall  the  Juil  revive,  and  reigix 

O'er  all  that  icorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  Soul  receive, 
When  fcpVate  from  the  fkih ; 
And  break  the  Prifon  of  the  Grave, 
To  raifc  my  Bones  afrelh, 

4  Heav'n 


P  S  A  L  M  XLIX,  L.         97 

[  Heav*n  is  my  everJafting  Home, 
Th'  Inheritance  is  fure  ; 
Let  Men  of  Pride  their  Rage.refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 
'  Psalm  XLIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  rich  Sinner's  Deathy  arid  the  Saint's  Rejurre^ion. 
I  TXTHYdo  the  Proud  infult  the  Poor, 

^^    And  boail  the  large  Eftates  they  have  ! 
How  vain  are  Riches  to  lecure 
Their  haughty  Owners  from  the  Grave  ! 

I  They  can't  redeem  one  Hour  from  Death 
With  all  the  Wealth  in  which  they  truft  ^ 
Nor  give  a  dying  Brother  Breath, 
When  GcD  commands  him  down  to  Daft, 

I  There  the- dark^ Earth  and  difmal  Sliade 
Shall  chfp  their  naked  Bodies  rDund  ; 
That  Fle(h  fo  delicately  fed 
Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  Ground. 

j.  Like  thoughtlcfs  Sheep  the  Sinner  dies. 
Laid  in  tlie  Grave  for  Worms  to  eat : 
The  Saints -fhall  in  the  Morning  rife. 
And  find  th'  OpprefTor  at  their  fttt, 

J  Kis  Honours  perifh  in  the  Duft, 
And  Pomp  and  Beauty,  Birth  and  Blood  * 
That  glorious  Day  exalts  the  Juft 
To  full  Dominion  o'er  the  Proud. 

•  My  Saviour  fnall  my  Life  reft  ore, 
And  raife  me  from  ray  dark  Abode  : 
My  TlzCn  and  Soul  fhall  part  no  more  j 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 

'  s  A  L  M  L.  F^r.  1-6.  Firji  Part :  Com. Metre. 
The  laj^  judgment  '^  or,  The  Saints  Revjarded, 
'Y^HE  Lord  t^  ^  Judge  before  his  Throne 
^    Bids'-'  >le  Earth  draw  nigh.       The 


The  Nations  near  the  rifing  Sun, 
And  near  the  IVeftern  Sky. 

2  No  more  (hall  bold  Blafphemers  fay, 

'Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  \ 
No  more  abufe  his  long  Delay 
To  Impudence  and  Sm. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  Cloud  our  God  (hall  come,^ 

Bright  Flames  prepare  his  Way, 
Thunder  and  Darknefs,  Fire  and  Storm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  Day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  Call  (hall  hear,- 

Attending  Angels  come. 
And  Earth  and  Hell  (hall  know,  and  fear. 
His  Juftice  and  their  Doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  Saints  (he  cries  j 

"  That  madetheir  Peace  with  God 
*•'  By  the  Rec-ieeiner's  Sacritice, 
'•'And  feul'd  it  with  his  Blood. 
0  «« Their  Faith  and  Works  brought  forth  toLight 
'V  Shall  make  the  World  cc-nfefs 
'',;My  Sentence  of  ReA'ard  is  right, 
Ai}d  Heav'n  adore  my  Gr^ce.- 
]'  s  .-.  L  M  L.    Fer.  \o,  2  I,"  V^  1 5,  23-  Second P^rt- 
Common  Metre.         < 
Obeduirice  is  better  than  Sacrifoe. 
■pllus  faith  the  Lord,  *'The  fpacious'Field^ 


*'   And  Flocks  an'd  ffeds-ai  e  Hninej 


O'er  all  the  Cattle  of  the  Hi). s 
^'  I  claim  a  Ri^lit  divine.-  >  - 


is 
.i    "      ' 


T  all;  no  Sheep  for  S'atrhice, 
**  Nor  Bullocks  burnt  with  Fires 
''  To  hope  and  love,  to  prayand  praife, 
^^  h  all  th?.t  1  rc(V.:!re, 


P  SAL  W  L.  99 

3  '<  Call  upon  me  when  Trouble's  near, 

''  My  Hand  (liall  fet  thee  free  ; 
"  Theii  fhail  thy  thankful  Lips  declare 
"  The  Honour  due  to  me. 

4  <«  The  Man  that  offers  humblePraife,    ., 

"  He  glorifies  me  beft  : 
"And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  Ways, 
"  Shall  my  Salvation  tafte. 

P  s  A  L  M  L.  Ver.  irS,  8?'  i6  21,22.  Third  Fa^i. 
Common  Metre. 
The  Judgment  of  Hypocrites,  ■    . 

iWTHEN  Chr'iji  to  Judgment  (hall  defcend^ 
^^    And  Saints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  Nations  to  attend,    , 
And  hear  his  awful  Word. 

2  "  Not  for  the  Want  of  Bullocks  ilain 

'*  Will  I  the  World  reprove i 
"  Altars  and  Rites,  and  Forms  are  vaiii 
"  Without  the  Fire  of  Love. 

3  "  And  what  have  Hypocrites  to  do 

*^  To  bring  their  Sacrifice  ? 
*'  They  call  my  Statutes  juft  and  true,.. 
"  But  deal  in  Theft  and  Lies. 

4  <^  Could  you  expe^  to  'fcape  my  Sights, 

**  And  fin  without  Controul  ? 
"  But  I  fhall  bring  your  Crimes  to  Lighi: 
''  With  Anguifh  in  your  Soul. 
P5  Confider,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord^ 
Before  his  Wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  Sword, 
There's  no  Deliv'rer  there, 

E   5  P  3  A  L 


TOO  F  S  ^  I^  M    L. 

P  s  A  L  M  L.     Long  Metre. 
Hypocrify  exposed. 

1  ^T^HE  Lord  the  Judge  his  Churches  warns, 

-*■     Let  Hypocrites  attend  and  fear. 
Who  place  their  Hope  in  Rites  and  Forms, 
But  make  not  Faith  nor  Love  rheir  Care. 

2  Vile  Wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  Name 
With  Lips  of  Falfhood  and  Deceit; 

A  Friend  or  Brother  they  defame, 
And  footh  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  Neighbours  Wrongs 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  Face  ; 
They  take  his  Cov'nant  on  their  Tongue, 
But  break  his  Laws,  abufe  his  Grace. 

^  To  Heav'n  they  lift  their  Hands  unclean  ; 

Defil'd  with  Luft,  defil'd  with  Blood ; 

By  Night  they  pradice  ev'ry  Sin, 

By  Day  their  Mouths  draw  near  to  God, 
5  And  while  his  Judgments  long  delay, 

They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more ; 

They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they. 

And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  Hour. 
3  O  dreadful  Hour  !  when  God  draws  near, 

And  fets  their  Crimes  before  their  Eyes  ! 

His  Wrath  their  guilty  Souls  (hull  tear, 

And  no  Deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

Psalm  L.     To  a  rew  Tune. 
The  Lajl  Jucgment. 
'  'THE  Lor^,  the  Sov'reign,  fends  his  Summons  forth 
Calls  ihe  Scuib  Nations,  and  Awakes  the  North ; 

Frcm  Enji  to  f^r/i  the  founding  Orders  fpread 

Thro'  diliant  Worlds  and  Regions  of  the. Dead  j 

No  more  fnall  Atheiils  mock  his  long  Delay; 

ilis  Vengeance  ficepi  no  more:  Behold  the  Day. 

2  Behold 


P   S  J  L  M   1.  ior:^ 

,  2  Behold  the  fudge  defcends  :  his  Guards  are  high, 
Terupeft  and  Fire  attend  him  down  the  Sky  ; 
Heav'n,Earth  andHell  draw  near ;  let  allThings  come 
To  hear  his  Juftice  and  the  Sinner's  Doom  ; 
But  gather  firftmy  Saints  (the  Judge  eonrimands) 
Bring  them,  ye  Angels,  from  their  diftant Lands. 

3  Behold  my  Cov'nant  ftands  foi  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  Eternal  Sacrifice  in  Blood, 
Andfign'd  with  ail  their  Names ;  the  Gree^^  the  T^w, 
That  paid  the  antient  Worfliip  or  the  new, 

There's  no  diftinclion  here;  Come  fpread  their  Thrones^ 
^nd  near  me  feat  my  Fav'rites  and  my  Sons. 

4  I  their  Almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge  ;  Ye  Keav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
My  juft  eternal  Sentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  Truths  that  Sinners  dread  to  hear  5 
Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  painted  Hypocrite  to  Fire, 

5  Not  for  the  Want  of  Goats  or  Bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee;  Bulls  and  Goats  are  vain 
Without  the  Flames  of  Love.     In  vain  the  Store 
Of  brutal  Ofr'rings  that  were  mine  before; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  Beails  and  favage  Breed, 
Flocks,  Herds,  and  Fields,  and  Forefts  where  they  feed, 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  aik  thee  Food? 
When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  Bullocks  Blood  ? 
Can  1  be^atter'd  with  thy  cringing  Bows, 
Thy  folemn  ChactVings  and  fantaftick  Vows'  ? 
Are  my  Eyes  charm'd  thy  Veftments  to  behold. 
Glaring  in  Gems^,  and  gay  in  woven  Gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  Wretch  !  how  could 'il  thou  hope  topleafg 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  Toys  as  thefe  ? 

While  with  my  Grace  and  Statutes  on  thy  Tongue 
Thou  lov'Il  Deceit,  and  dolt  thy  Brother  V^rong^ 
In;  vain  to  pious  Forms  thy  Zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  AduUerers  are  thy  chofen  Friends, 

8  Silen? 


[ent  T  wa'teJ  with  lone  fuftering  Love, 
i'.ut  diuil  thou  hope  that  I  {hould  ni'er  reprove  ? 
And  chsriih  fuch  an  impious  Though:  wir'hin, 
That  God  the  Righteous  would  indulge  thy  Sin  ? 
Behold  my  Terrors  noiv  ;  my  Thunders  roll. 
And  thy  own  Crimes  affright  thy  guilty  Soul. 
9  Sinners  awake  betimes ;  ye  Fools,  be  wiie  ; 

A-J-ake  before  this  dreadfulMcrnlng  rife;     [amend  ; 
Chani^e  yoi>*r  vain  Thouj^ths,  your  crooked    Works 
KJy  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  Friend  ;-'. 
J-eii  like  a  Lion  his  laft  Vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  Souls,  and  no  Deiiv'rer  near. 
P  s  A  L  M   L.     To  the  old  Proper  Tune. 
The  Lajfl  Judgmsnt. 

1  T^HE'GoD  of  Glory  fends  his  Summons  forth, 

Calis  the  ^outh  iNations  and  awakes  thexVar//^  .• 
From  Eaft  to  'A'ejl  the  fov're'gn  Order's  fpread. 
Thro'  ditlant  Worlds  and  Regions  of  the  Dead. 

^he  Trumpet  foundi  ;  Hell  tremhUs  \  Heanjen  rejoices ; 

Lift  up  your  Heads,  ye  SnintJ,  with  chcarful  Voices,    ■ 

2  No  more  fhall  Atheiiis  mock  his  long  Delay  ; 
Mis  Vengeance  lleeps  no  more:  behold  the  Day  ; 
I'ehold  the  judge  defcends;  his  Guards  are  nigh; 
'j'^mpell  and  Fire  attend  him  down  the  Sky, 

iVhen  GOD  appears,  ell  Nature  Jhal I  adore  him  ; 
IVhlle  Sinners  tTijnvle,  Saints  rejoice  befcre  him. 

3  *  Ileav'n,  Earih,  and  Hell,  draw  rear:  let  all  Things 
"  To  hear  my  juilice  and  the  Sinner's  Doom  ;  [come 
*    p.'jt  gather  firll  my  Saints  -,  (the  Judge  commands) 
■•  ijiing  them,  ye  Angels,  from  tiieir  diftant  Lands. 

Vshin  Chrifi  niurnsy  ^.vake  cnjery  chearful  PaJJlon  ; 
Andjhatt^ye  oairits^  he  comts  for  your  Salvation^ 
A  "  Behold  my  Lov'nant  ftands  forever  good, 
"  SeaFd  by  ih'  eternal  Sacrihce  in  Blood, 
''  .^nd  I'gn'd  with  all  their  Names ;  thcGVr^i,  the5V«U', 
".\vAK  paid  the  ancient  Worfliip  or  the  new. 


P:  SAL  M  L..  103 

Thenh  M  DlfAnBton  JjBre^  join  all  your  Vcices, 
ArJ  raif^your  Heads,  ye  SairJ^,for  Heaven' rej'ices. 

5  *'Here  (faith  the  Lord)  yeAngels  fpread  theirThroneSj 
"  Ancj  near  m.€  feat  iriV  Favourires  and  rny  Sons, 

*'  Come,  my  Redeem'd.  pofTcfs  the  joys  prepar'd 
•*  Ere  Time  began,  'tis  your  divine  Reward. 
When  Chriji  rettvns,  ^.vake  S'very  cb earful  Faffion  y 
Jndjhouttye  Saints,  he  comes  for  your  Salvation, 
P  A-u  s  £   the  Fird. 

6  "  I  am-  the  Saviour,  I  th'  Almighty  God, 

**  I  am  the  judge:  Ye  Keav'ns  proclaim  abroad 

*'  My  ]\xdL  erernal  Sentence,  and  declare 

"  Thole  awful  Truths,  that.Sinners  dread  to  hear. 

If 'hi  n  GOD  appears,  all  Nature /hall  adere  him ; 

While  Sinners  tremble.  Saints  rejoice  before  him. 

'J  "  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  Blafphemer,  and  profane, 
•*  Now  feel  my  Wrath,  nor  call  my  Threatningsvain; 
*'  Thou  Hypocrite,  once  dreil  in  Saints  Attire^ 
**  I  doom  the  painted  Hypocrite  t©  Fire. 

'Judgment  proceeds'^  Hell  trembles  ;  Hea'vn  rejoices  \ 

Lift  up  your  Heads,  ye  Saints  ^jjitb  xhearfid  Voices. 

S  "  Not  for  the  Want  of  Goats  or  Bullocks  ilain 
"  Do  I  condemn  thee ;  Bulla  and  Goats  are  vain 
•'  Without  the  Flames  of  Love  ;  In  vain  the  Store 
"  Of  brutal  OfFiings  that  were  mine  before. 

"Earth  is  the  Lord's,  ah  Nature  Jh all  adore  him  ; 

While  Sinr^&y.s  tremble.  Saints  rejoice  before  him, 

9  *'  If  1  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  Food  ? 

*'  When  did  I  thirilor  drink  thy  Bullock's  Blood  ? 
"  Mire  are  the  tamer  Beafts  and  favage  Breed, 
"  Flocks,  Herds,  and  FieldS)  and  ForeHs  where  they 

[feed. 
All  is  the  Lord's,  he  rules  the  ^ide  Creation  \ 
Gives  Sinners  Vengeance,  and  the  Saints  Salvation  > 

10  "  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  Bows, 

tt  Thy  folemu  Chatt'rings  and  fantaftick  Yows  ? 


104  P  S  jl  L  M  L. 

*'  Are  my  Eyes  charm'd  thy  Veftments  to  behald 
*'  Glaring  in  Gems,  and  gay  in  woven  Gold  r 

GOD  is  the  Judge  of  Hearts^  no  fair  Difguifes 

Can  fcreen  the  Guilty  ivhen  his  Vengeance  rifet. 

Pause  the  Second,  ^[pleafe 

II  *♦  Unthinking  Wretch  !   how  could'ft  thou  hope  to 
"  A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  Toye  as  thefe  ? 
"  While  with  my  Grace  and  Statutes  on  thy  Tongue 
*'  Thou  lov'ft  Deceit,  and  doft  thy  Brother  wrong. 

Judgment  proceeds  ;  Hell  trembles  ;  Hea'vn  rejoices  ; 

hift  up  your  Heads ^  ye  Saints^  ivith  chearful  Voices. 

12"  In  vain  to  pious  Forms  thy  Zeal  pretends ;. 
*'  Thieves  and  Adulterers  are  thy  chofen  Friends ; 
"  While  the  falfe  Flatt'rer  at  thy  Altar  waits, 
*'  His  harden'd  Soul  divine  Inftrudlion  hates. 

GOD  is  the  Judge  of  Heart Sy  no  fair  Difguifes 

Can  fcreen  the  Guilty  nuhen  his  Vengeance  rifes. 

H  3  **  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fuffering  Love  ; 
**  But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  Ihould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
«♦  And  cherilh  fuch  an  impious  Thought  within, 
*'  That  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  thy  Sin  ? 

See  GOD  appears y  all  Nations  join  t^  adore  him  ; 

Judgment  proceeds,  and  Sinners  fall  before  him. 

14  "  Behold  my  Terrors  now ;  my  Thunders  roll, 
*'  And  thy  own  Crimes  affright  thy  guilty  Soul, 
*'  Now  like  a  Lion  Ihall  my  Vengeance  tear 
*♦  Thy  bleeding  Heart,  and  no  Deliv'rer  near. 

Judgment  concludes ;  Hell  trembles  ;  Hfaven  rejoices  5 

lift  up  your  Heads y  ye  Saints  with  chearful  Vcices. 
Epiphonema. 

Sinners,  awake  betimes ;  ye  fools,  be  wife ; 

Awake  before  this  dreadful  Morning  rife :        [amend. 

Change  your  vain  Thoughts,    your  crooked  Works 

Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the-Judge  your  Friend. 

^hen  join,  ye  Saints,  Wake  every  chearful  Faffton  \ 

Whin  ChriJ  ritur»h  H  «^^^*f^^  >'^*':  ^'^^^f'^"- 


P  S  ^  L  M  LL  105 

Psalm  LI.    Firji  Part,    Long  Metre. 
A  Pcnue?it  pleading  for  Pardon, 

1  CHEW  Pity,  Lord,  O  Lord^  forgive^ 
^  Let  a  repenting  Rebel  live  ; 

Are  not  thy  Mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  Smncr  truft  in  Thee? 

2  My  Crimes  are  great,  but  not  furpafs 
The  Pow'r  and  Glory  of  thy  Grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  Nature  hath  no  Bound,, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  Love  be  found.    "^ 

2  O  waih  my  Soul  from  ev'ry  Sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  Confcience  clean ;. 
Hear  on  my  Heart  the  Burden  lies, 
And  pad  OiFences  pain  mine  Eyes. 

4  My  Lips  with  Shame  my  Sins  confefs 
Againft  thy  Law  againft  thy  Grace  ; 
Lord  fhould  thy  Judgment  grow  feverc, 
I  am  condemn'd  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  Vengeance  feize  my  Breathy 
I  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  Death  :. 
And  if  my  Soul  were  fent  to  Hell, 

Thy  righteous  Law  approves  it  well, 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  Sinner,  Lord, 
Whofe  Hope  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  Word^ 
Would  light  on  forxie  fweet  Promife  there. 
Some  fure  Support  againft  Defpair. 
Psalm  LL    Seco?id  Part,    Long  Metr^, 

Original  and  n^ual  Sin  confefs' d, 
I  T  ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  Sin  ; 
^^  And  Born  unholy  and  unclean  : 
Sprung  from  the  Man  whofe  guilty  Fall 
Corrupts  the  Race,  and  taints^us  All. 

2  S0OQ. 


io6  P  S\A  L  M  lA. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  Infant- Breatii, 
The  Seeds  of  Sin  grow  up  for  Death  5 
The  Law  demands  a  perfe6l  Heart  -, 
But  we're  dcfil'd  in  ev'ry  Part. 

3  [Great  God,  create  my  Heart  a-new. 
And  form  my  Spirit  pure  and  true  , 
O  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 

My  Danger  and  my  Remedy.] 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  Face  ; 
My  only  Refuge  is  thy  Grace  : 

No  outward  Forms  can  make  me'  clean ; 
The  Leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  Bird,  nor  bleeding  Beaft, 
Nor  HyiTop-branch,  nor  fprinkling  Prieft, 
Nor  running  Brook,  nor  Flood,  nor  Sea, 
Can  vsafli  the  difmal  Stain  away, 

6  Jefis,  my  God,  thy  Blood  alone 
Hath  Power  fufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  Blood  can  make  me  white  as  Snow  5 
1^0  Jewifi  TypQs  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 

7  While  Guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  Peace, 
Nor  Flefli  nor  Soul  hath  Reif  or  Eafe  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  Voice, 
And  make  my  broken  Bones  rejoyce. 

P  s  A  L  M  LL    Third  Part.    Long  Metre. 

)The  SackJIider  rejlord  \  or.  Repentance  and  Faith  In 

the  Blood  of  Chria. 
a  r\  Thou  that  hear'ft  when  Sinners  cry, 
^^  Tho'  all  my  Crimes  before  thee  lie. 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  Look, 
But  blot  their  Mem'ry  from  thy  Book. 
2  Create  my  Nature  pure  within, 
And  /orm  my  Soul  averfe  to  Sin  „ 


PSALM  LI.  107 

Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 

Nor  kide  thy  Prefence  from  my  Heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  Light, 
Caft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  Sight  : 
Thine  holy  Joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lordj. 
His  Help  and  Comfort  ftill  afford  : 

'  And  let  a  Wretch  come  near  thy  Throne 
To  plead  the  Merits  ot  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  Heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  Sacrihce  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  Grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  Heart  for  Sacrifice. 

6  My  Soul  lies  humbled  in  the  Dufi-, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  Sentence  jull  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  Lje, 
And  fave  ths  Soul  condemned  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  World  thy  Ways  ; 
Sinners  (liall  learn  thy  fov'ireign  Grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  Blood, 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pardoning  Gop, 

8  O  may  thy  Love  infpire  my  Tongue  \ 
Salvation  ihall  be  all  my  Song  ; 

And  all  my  Pow'rs  Ihall  join- to  blefs 

The  Lord  my  Strength  and  Riiihteoufnefs. 

P  s  A  L  M  LI.  3---13.    Firjl  Part.    Com.  Metre, 

Original  and  Aclual  Sin  confcjjed  and  •pard.oned, 

I    I   ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  Diftrefs 
-^     And  Guilt  before  thine  Eyes  \ 
Agamit  thy  Laws,  agamft  thy  Grace 
How  high  my  Cnmes  anle  1 

2  Should^ft 


io8  P  S  ^  L  M   LI. 

2  bhould'ft  thou  condemn  my  Soul  to  Hell, 

And  crufh  my  Flelh  to  Duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  Vengeance  well. 
And  Earth  muft  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  Stock  of  Jdam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  Original  is  Shame, 
And  all  my  Nature  Sin. 

4  Born  in  a  World  of  Guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  Breath  j 
And  as  my  Days  advanc'd,  i  grew 
A  jufter  Prey  tor  Death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  chear  my  Soul 

With  thy  forgiving  Love  ; 
O  make  my  broken  Spirit  whole. 
And  bid  my  Pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depart. 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  Face  j 
Create  anew  my  vicious  Heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  Grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  Mercy  known 

Before  the  Sons  of  Men  ; 
Backfliders  fhall  adrefs  thy  Throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 
Ps  A  L  M  LL   14---17.  Second  Part.  Com. Metre. 
Repentance  and  Faith  in  the  Blood  of  Chriji, 

1  r\  God  of  Mercy  hear  my  Call, 
^^  My  Loads  of  Guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this»feparating  Wall 

That  bars  me  from  thy  Love. 

2  Give  me  the  Prefence  of  thy  Grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  Tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  Righttoufncfs, 
And  make  thy  Praife  my  Song.  "^ 


?  S  A  L  Af  LlII,  LV.         1©^ 

%  No  Blood  of  Goats  nor  Heifer  flain 
For  Sin  could  e'er  attone ; 
The  Death  of  Chrijl  (hall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

A  Soul  oppreft  with  Sin's  Defert 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  ; 
A  humble  Groan,  a  broken  Heart 

]s  our  beft  Sacrifice. 

Psalm  LIIL     4—6. 

ViSlory  and  Deliverance  from  Perfecuihn, 

1  A  'RE  all  the  Foes  of  Sion  Fools, 
^^     Who  thus  devour  her  Saints  ? 
Do  th^y  not  knew  her  Saviour  rules. 

And  pities  her  Complaints  I 

2  They  fhall  be  feiz^'d  with  fad  Surprize  j 

For  God's  revenging  Arm 
Scatters  the  Bones  of  them  that  rife 
To  do  his  Children  Harm. 

3  In  vain  the  Sons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  Armies  in  Array  > 
When  God  has  firft  delpis^d  their  Uo^^ 
They  fall  an  eafy  Prey. 

4  O  for  a  Word  from  5/Ws  King, 

Her  Captives  to  reftore  ! 
Jacob  with  all  the  Tribes  fhall  fing, 
And  Juclah  weep  no  more. 

FsalmLV.   I— 8, 1 i>5 17, 18,22.  Com.  Metre, 

Support  for  the  afflicted  and  tempted  SouL 
I  f\  God,  my  Refuge,  hear  my  Cries, 
^■^     Behold  my  flowing  Tears, 
For  Earth  and  Hell  my  Hurt  devife. 
And  triumph  in  my  Fears. 

2  Their 


no  P  S  ^  L  M  LY. 

2  Their  Rage  is  levell'd  at  my  Life, 

My  S©ul  with  Guilt  they  load. 
And  fill  my  Thoughts  with  inward  Strife, 
To  (liake  my  Ho[  e  in  God. 

3  With  inward  Pain  my  Heart-ftrings  found, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  Breath  5 
Horror  and  Fear  bcfet  me  round 
Amongft  the  Shades  of  Death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feathered  Dove, 

And  Innocence  had  Wings  ; 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  Remove 
From  all  thefe  reftlefs  Things. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  Defert  go,  * 

And  hnd  a  peaceful  Home, 
Where  Storms  of  Malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  Hopes,  and  vain  Inventions  all 

To  Tcape  the  Rage  of  Hell  ! 
The  mighty  God  on  whom  I  call 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 

Pause.  • 

7  By  Morning-Light  I'll  feek  his  Face, 

At  Noon  repeat  my  Cry,        ^ 
The  Night  fl-iail  hear  me  afk  his  Grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

S  God  fliall  preferve  my  Soul  from  Fear, 
Or  fhield  me  v;hen  afraid  ; 
Ten  ihouland  Angels  mult  appear 
If  he  command  their  x^id. 
9  I  caft  my  Burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fuftains  them  all  ; 
My  Courage  re!b  upon  his  Word 

l^ha  Samts  iliali  ixever  fall.  10  M' 


P  S  ^  L  M   LV;  III 

10  My  higheft  Hopes  (hall  not  be  vain. 
My  Lips  (hall  Ipread  his  Praife  ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  Men, 
Scarce  Uve  out  half  their  Days. 

Psalm  LV.' 15,  16,17,19,22.  Short  Metre. 
Dangerous  Prefperity  ;  or,  Daily  Devotions  encoziraged, 

1  T  ET  Sinners  take  their  Courfe, 
^     And  chufe  the  Road  to  Death  ; 
But  in  the  Worfnip  of  my  God 

I'll  fpend  my  daily  Breath. 

2  My  Thoughts  addrefs  his  Throne 

When  Morning  brings  the  Light ; 
I  feek  his  Bleffing  every  Noon, 
And  pay  my  Vows  at  Night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  Cries, 

O  my  eternal  God, 
V/hile  Sinners  peri(h  in  Surprize 
Beneath  thine  angry  Rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  Eafe, 

And  no  fad  Changes  feel. 
They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  Name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  Will. 

5  But  I  with  all  my  Cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  cad:  my  Burdens  on  his  Arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  Word. 

6  His  Arm  fhall  well  fufi:ain 

The  Children  of  his  Love  ; 
The  Ground  on  which  their  Safety  ftands. 
No  earthly  Pow'r  can  move, 

P  s  A  L  M 


112  PSALM    LVL 

Psalm  LVI. 

Delivtrance  from  Opprejfion  and  Falfliood\  or ^GOD's 
Care  of  his  People  in  Anjwer  to  Faith  and  Prayer, 

1  r\  Thau.whofe  Juftice  reigns  on  high, 
^^     And  makes  th*  Oppreffor  ceafe. 
Behold  how  envious  Sinners  try 

'  To  vex  and  break  my  Peace. 

2  The  Sons  of  Violence  and  Lies 

Join  to  devour  me.  Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  Dangers  rife. 
My  Refuge  is  thy  Word. 

3  In  God  moft  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  Truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  Flefh  can  do. 
The  Offspring  of  the  Duft. 

4  They  wreft  my  Words  to  Mifchief  flill. 

Charge  me  with  unknown  Faults  ; 
Mifchief  doth  all  their  Counfels  fill. 
And  Malice  ail  their  Thoughts, 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  Frown  ? 

Muft  their  Devices  ftand  ? 
O  cad  the  haughty  Sinner  down. 
And  let  him  know  thy  Hand  ! 

Pause. 

6  God  counts  the  Sorrows  of  his  Saints, 

Their  Groans  affedl  his  Ears  ; 
Thou  haft  a  Book  for  my  Complaints* 
A  Bottle  for  my  Tears. 

-j  When  to  thy  Throne  I  raife  my  Cry 
The  Wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  fwift  is  Prayer  to  reach  the  Sky, 
£o  near  is  Goo  to  me, 

8  \vi 


PSALM  LVII.  113 

8  In  the  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos*d  my  Truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  t'^ir  what  Man  can  do. 
The  Offspring  of  the  Duft. 

9  Thy  folemn  Vows  are  on  me,  Lord,  - 

Thou  (halt  receive  my  Praife  ; 
ril  Sing,  How  faithful  is  thy  Word  ; 
How  righteous  all  thy  Ways  \ 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  Soul  from  Death, 

O  fet  thy  Pns'ner  free. 
That  Heart  and  Hand,  and  Life  and  Breath 
May  be  employ 'd  for  Thee. 

Psalm  LVII. 
Praife  foi^Pr{ii£&ion  j  Graa  and  Truth 

1  AyfY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  Springs, 
^^  Of  boundlefs  Love  and  Grace  unknown. 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  Wings, 

Till  the  dark  Cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  Heav'ns  I  fend  my  Cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  Defires  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  Angel  from  the  Sky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  Storm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  Heav'ns  where  Angels  dwell  ; 

Thy  Power  on  Earth  be  known  abroad. 

And  Land  to  Land  thy  Wonders  tell. 
\.  My  Heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  Song  (hall  raife 

Immortal  Honours  to  thy  Name  ; 

Awake,  my  Tongue,  to  found  his  Praife^ 

My  Tongue,  the  Glory  of  my  Frame. 
J  High  o'er  the  Earth  his  Mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  Sky ; 

His 


\ 


114  PSALM  LVIir. 

His  Truth  to  endlefs  Years  remains. 
When  lower  Worlds  diilblve  and  die. 
6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  Heav'ns  where  Angels  dwell  ; 
Thy  Power  on  Earth  be  known  abroad. 
And  Land  to  Land  thy  W^onders  tell. 

Psalm  LVIII,     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
TVarn'wg  to  Magift rates, 

1  TaDGES,  who  rule  the  World  by  Laws, 
J   Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  Caufe, 

When  th'  injur'd  Poor  before  you  Hands  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  Poor, 
And  let  rich  Sinners  Tcape  fecure, 

WhileGold  andGreatnefs  bribe  yourHands  ! 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 

That  God  will  judge  the  Judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  Heav'ns  his  Juftice  reigns  ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  Rights  of  God  ; 
And  fend  your  bold  Decrees  abroad 

To  bind  the  Confcience  in  your  Chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  Arrow  is  your  Tongue, 
The  A.rrow  iharp,  the  Poifon  ftrong. 

And  Death  attends  where  e'er  it  wounds  ; 
You  hear  no  Counfels,  Cries  or  Tears  ; 
So  the  deaf  Adder  ftops  her  Ears  I 

Againft  the  Power  jof  charming  Sounds. 

4  Break  out  their  Teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  Teeth  of  Lions  dy'd  in  Blood  ; 

And  crufh  the  Serpents  in  the  Duft  : 
As  empty  Chaff,  when  Whirlwinds  rife. 
Before  the  fweeping  Tempeft  flies, 

So  let  their  Hopes  and  Names  be  loft. 

sTh 


P  S  ^  L  M  LX,  lis 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  Sky, 
Their  Grandeur  melts,  their  Titles  die. 

As  Hills  of  Snow  diffolve  and  run. 
Or  Snails  that  perifn  in  their  Slime, 
Or  Births  that  come  before  their  Time, 

Vain  Births  that  never  fee  the  Sun. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  Vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  Joy  to  Saints  afford  ! 

And  all  that  hear  fh?ll  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
*"  A  God  that  hears  his  Children  cry, 
"  And  will  their  Suif'rings  well  repay. 
Psalm  LX.  Fer,   i-,-5,  10--12. 
On  a  Day  of  Humiliation  for  Difappointments  in  tVar  ~ 

1  T   ORD,  haft  thou  caft  the  Nation  off  i 
-*^  Muft  we  for  ever  mourn  ; 

Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  Wrath  : 
Shall  Mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  The  Terror  of  one  Frown  of  thine 

Melts  all  our  Strength  away  \ 
Like  Men  that  totter  drunk  w^ith  Wine, 
We  tremble  in  Difmay. 

3  Great-Britain  fhakes  beneath  thy  Stroke, 

And  dreads  thy  threatning  Hand  ; 
O  heal  the  Ifland  thou  haft  broke. 
Confirm  the  wav'ring  Land. 

4  Lift  up  a  Banner  in  the  Field 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  Name  ; 
Save  thy  beloved  with  thy  Shield, 
And  put  our  Foes  to  Shame. 

5  Go  with  our  Ai^rmies  to  the  Fight 

Like  a  confed'rare  God  ; 
In  vain  confed'rate  Povv''rs  unite 
Againft  thy  liftedi  Rod.  F  6 


ii6      PSALM    LXI,  LXIL 

6  Our  Troops  flia*}  gain  a  wide  Re^nown 
By  thii^e  affi^^ing  Hand  ; 
'Tis  GcD  that  treads  the  Mighty  down. 
And  makes  the  Feeble  ftand 

Psalm  LXI.   i 6. 

Safety  in  GOD. 

1  TT7HEN  overwhelm'd  with  Grief, 

^^    My  Heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs  and  far  from  all  Rehef 
To  Heav'n  I  lift  mine  Eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  Head, 
And  make  the  Covert  of  thy  Wings 
My  Shelter  and  my  Shade. 

3  Within  thy  Prefence,  Lord, 

For  ever  ril  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  Tower  of  my  Defence, 
The  Refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  miC  the  Lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  Name  ; 
If  endlefs  Life  be  their  Reward, 
I  Ihall  pofTefs  the  fame. 

Psalm  LXIL  5 — 12. 

A'i?  Ini/i  in  the  Creatures  ;  or,  Faith  in  Divine  Grat 
and  Poiver. 

1  l\yfY  Spirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 

•^  -*■  My  Rock  and  Refuge  is  his  Throne  ; 
In  all  my  Fears,  in  all  my  Straits, 
My  Soul -on  his  Salvation  waits. 

2  Trufl:  him,  vc  Saints,  in  all  your  Ways, 
Pour  out  your  Hearts  before  his  Face  : 
When  Helpers  fail,  and  Foes  invade, 
God  is  our  All-fufficicnt  Aid. 


PSALM  LXIII.  117 

Falfe  are  the  Men  of  high  Degree, 
The  bafer  Sort  are  Vanity  -, 
Laid  in  the  Balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  PufF  of  empty  Air. 

Make  not  increafing  Gold  your  TruH-, 
Norfet  your  Hearts  on  glittering  Dull: ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  Smoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke  ? 
Once  has  his  awful  Voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  Ears  have  heard, 
"  All  Power  is  his  eternal  Due  ; 
"  He  mud  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too. 
For  Sov'reign  Povs^'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  Partner  of  the  Throne  : 
Thy  Grace  and  Jufbice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  wtH  divide  our  laft  Reward. 
Psalm  LXIIL    i,  2,  5,  3,  4,    Firji  PcrrL 
Common  Metre. 
Th€  Morning  cf  a  Lord's  Day. 
rpARLY,  my  God,  without  Delay, 
'*-'     I  hafte  to  feek  thy  Face  ; 
My  thirfly  Spirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  chearing  Grace. 
\  So  Pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  Sand 
Beneath  a  burning  Sky, 
Long  tor  a  cooling  Stream  at^iand^ 
And  they  mud  drink  or  die. 
\  I've  feen  thy  Glory  and  thy  Pow'r 
Thro'  all  thy  Temple  fhine  j 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  Hour, 
That  Vifion  fo  divine. 
^  Not  all  the  BleiTmgs  of  a  Feaft 
Can  pleafe  my  Soul  fo  w^ell, 
As  when  thy  richer  Grace  I  tafle, 
A.nd  in  thy  Prefence  4w6li.  F  2 


ii8         P  S  A  L  M-  LXIIL 

5  Not  Lite  itfelf,  with  all  her  Joys, 

Can  my  beft  Paffions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheartui  Voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  Love. 

6  Thus  till  my  laft  expiring  Day 

ril  biei"s  my  God  and  King ; 
Tluis  will  1  lift  my  Hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  mv  Lips  to  fing. 
Psalm  LXIil.  6— lo.  Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 
Midnight  Thoughts  recolk^ed, 

1  5'-pWAS  in  the  Watches  of  the  Night 

A       1  thought  upon  thy  Pow'r^ 
Lkept  thy  lovely  Face  in  Sight 
Amidft  the  darkeil  Hour. 

2  My  Flelh  lay  refting  en  my  Bed, 

My  Soul  arofe  on  high  ; 
"  My  GOD,  mj  Life^  my  Hope ^  I  faid, 
"  Bring  thy  Salvation  nigh. 
-2  My  Spiritlabours  up  thine  Fiill, 
Ar  d  climbs  the  heav'nly  Road  ; 
But  thy  Pvight-hand  upholds  me  Itiil, 

Whi'e  1  purfue  my  God. 
Thy  Mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  Head 

The  Shadow  of  thy  Wings  ; 
I\Iv  Hc^rt  rejoices  in  thine  Aid, 
'ixly  Tongue  awakes  and  lings. 
rr  But  the  Deftroyers  of  my  Peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  j 
!  e  Tempter  mall  for  ever  ceale, 
And  nl:  my  Sins  be  flam. 
Thy  Sword  (hall  give  my  Foes  to  Deatlb- 

\v.6  fend  them  down  to  dweJl 
In\he  dark  Caverns  ot  the  Earth, 

Or  to  the  Deeps  of  Hell.  i' ^  a  l  ^ 


6 


PSALM    LXIIL  no 

Psalm  LXUI,     Long  Metre. 

Longing  after  GOD  ;  or,   The  Love  of  GOD- better 

than  Lfs. 

1  /^R^'EAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  Claim, 
^^  Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Joy,  my  Reii  ; 
The  Glories  that  compofe  thy  Name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bled. 

2  Thou  Great  and  Good,  thou  Juft  and  IVife, 
■    Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 

And  lam  thine  by  facred  Ties  ; 

Thy  Son,  thy  Servant  bought  with  Wxood. 

3  With  Heart  and  Eyes  and  Hfted.  Hands 
For  Thee  I  long,  to  Thee  I  lock, 

As  Travellers  in  thirfty  Lands 
Pant  for  the  .cooling  Water  brook. 

4  With  early  Feet  I  love  t'appear 
Among  thy  Saints,  and  feekthy  Face, 
Ott  have  I  feen  thy  Glory  there. 

And  felt  the  Power  of  Sov'rei2:n  Grace, 

5  Not  Fruits  nor  Wines  that  tempt  our  Tafte, 
Nor  all  the  Joys  our  Senfes  know. 

Could  m.ake  me  fo  divinely  blefij 
Or  raife  my  chearfui  Paffioh  fo. 

6  My  Life  itfelf  without  thy  Love 
No  Tafte  of  Pleafure  could  afford  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  Burden  prove^ 

^If  I  were  baniih'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  w^akeful  Hours  of  Night, 
When  buiy  Cares  afflid  my  Head, 

One  Thought  of  Thee  gives  new  Deliglit.^ 
And  adds  Kefreihment  to  my  B^d. 

8  rii  lift  my  Hands,  I'll  raife  my  Voice, 
VVhile  1  have  Breath  to  pray  or  praile  ^ 

F  3  -         5    ^^^^^ 


ji20  P  l^  ^  L  M    LXIII. 

This  Work  ihali  make  my  Heart  rejoice. 
And  fpend  the  Remnant  of  my  Days. 

Psalm    LXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Peeking    GOD, 

1  TMfY  God,  permit  my  Tongue 
IVl   yi^-g  jQy^  ^Q  ^^jj  jj^gg  niine  > 

And  let  my  early  Cries  prevail 
To  taile  thy  Love  divine. 

2  My  thirty  fainting  Soul 

Thy  Mercy  does  implore  : 

Not  l>avellcrs  in  Defert  Lands* 

Can  pant  for  Water  more. 

3  Within  thy  Ch.iirchcs,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  Place, 
Thy  Pow'r  and  Glory  to  behold. 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  Grace. 

4  For  Life  without  thy  Love 

No  Relilli  can  afford  ; 
No  Joy  can  be  compared  with  this^ 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  ril  lift  my  Hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  1  live  ; 

Not  the  rich  Dainties  of  the  Feafl: 

Such  Food  or  Pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  Hours  of  Night, 

I  call  my  GoD  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  Counsels  are> 

And  all  thy  Dealings  kind. 
Since  thou  haft  been  my  Help, 

l^o  tliee  my  Spirit  flies. 
And  on  thy  watchful  Providence  ; 

My  chearful  Hope  relies. 
The  Shadow  of  thy  Wings, 

My  Saul  in  Safety  keeps : 


r  !s  ^  ju  ivi    jLAY.  re  I 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leadsy 
And  he  fupports  my  Steps. 

'SALM  LXV.   1--5.    Firjl  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Piihlk  Prayer  and  Praife. 
'"pHE  Praife  of  Sion  waits  for  Thee, 
^     My  God  ;  and  Praife  becomes  thy  Houfe  i 
There  (hall  thy  Saints  thy  Glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  Vows. 
O  Thou  v/hofe  Mercy  bends  the  Skies 
To  fave,  when  humble  Sinners  pray; 
AH  Lands  to  Thee  fnall  lift  their  Eyes, 
And  Illands  of  the  Northern  Sea. 
Againft  my  Will  my  Sins  prevail, 
But  Grace  fhall  purge  away  their  Stain  : 
The  Blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  wafli  my  Garments  white  again. 

Bled  is  the  Man  whom  thou  fhalt  chufe. 
And  give  him  kind  Accefs  to  Thee  ; 
Give  him  a  Place  within  thy  Houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  Love  divinely  free. 

Pause. 
Let  Babel  fear  when  ^ion  prays  ; 
Bahel^  prepare  for  long  Diflrefs, 
When  iSm's  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  Terror  and  in  Righteoufneis. 

With  dreadful  Glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflided  Saints  requefl  ; 
And  with  Almighty  Wrath  reveals 
His  Love  to  giye  his  Churches  Reft, 

Then  (hall  the  flacking  Nations  run 
To  Sion\  Hill  and  own  their  Lord  \ 
The  rifing  and  the  fetting  Sun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  Name, adpr'cL 

■  F  4  ..  Psalm 


122  PSALM    LXV. 

P  s  A  1  M  LXV.   5—13.  2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Divine  Providence  in  Ai}\  Earth  and  Sea  ;  or,  Tl/" 
GOD  of  Nature  and  Grace. 

1  'TTHE  God  of  our  Salvation  hears 

"*•    The  Groans  of  Sitn  m'lx'd  with  Tears ; 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  Defigns, 
Thro'  all  the  Way  his  Terror  (hines. 

2  On  him  the  Race  of  Man  depends, 
Far  as  the  Eai  tli's  remoteft  Ends, 
"Where  the  Creator's  Name  is  known. 
By  Natu-re's  feeble  Light  alone. 

3  Sailors  that  travel  o'er  the  Flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  Souls  to  God, 
When  Tempefts  rage,  and  Billows  roar 
At  dreadful  Diftance  from  the  Shore. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  Tempefts  ceafe  ; 
He  calms  the  raging  Crowd  to  Peace, 
When  atumuituous  Nation  raves. 
Wild  as  the  Winds,  2nd  loud  as  Waves. 

5  Whole  Kingdoms  ihaken  by  the  Storra, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  Form  ; 
Mountains  eftablifa'd  by  his  Hand 
!'irm  on  their  old  Foundation  ftand. 

neiiold  his  Eniigns  fweep  the  Sky, 
New  Comets  blaze,  and  Lightnings  fly  \. 
The  Heathen  Lands,  with  fwift  Surprize, 
From  the  bright  Horrors  turn  their  Eyes. 

At  his  Command  the  Morning  Ray 
Smiles  in  the  Eaji^  and  Jeadb  the  Day, 
He  guides  the  Sun's  declining  Wheels 
Over  the  Tops  of  Wejhrn  Hills. 

8  Seafons 


P  S  ^  L  M  LXV.  123 

S  Seafons  and  Times  obe*  his  Voice; 
The  Evening  and  the  Morn  rejoice 
To  fee  the  Earth  made  foft  with  Showers, 
Laden  with  Fruit  and  drefi:  in  Flow'rs. 

9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  Stores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirfty  Ground  Supply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  Clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  Drops;difpence. 

10  The  Defart  grows  a  fruitful  Field, 
Abundant  Fruit  the  Valhes  yield  ; 
The  ValHes  fhout  with  chearful  Voices 
And  neighb'ring  Hills  repeat  their  Joys^ 

11  The  Paftures  fmile  in  green  Array, 
There'  Lambs  and  larger  Cattle  play  y 
The  larger  Cattle  and  the  Lamb, 
Each  in  his  Language  fpeaks  thy  Name.- 

i2  Thy  Works  pronounce  thy  Pow'r  divine.; 
O'er  ev'ry  Field  thy  Glories  fhine  ; 
Thro'  ev'ry  Month  thy  Gifts  appear  5 
L     Great  God,  thy  Goodneis  crowns  the  Yearo 

Psalm  LXV.  FirftPart.  Common  Metre. 
A  Prayer -hearing  GOD^  and  the  Gentiles  called, 

1  p RAISE  waits  in  Sion^  Lord,  for  Thee; 
^      There  Ihail  our  Vows  be  paid  ; 
Thou  haft  an  Ear  when  Sinners  pray^ 

All  Flefh  {hail  feek  thine  Aid. 

2  Lord,  our  Iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  Grace  is  thine. 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  Power  and  Skill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  Sin, 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  Men  whom  thou  wilt  chufe 

To  bring  them  near  thy  Face, 
Give  them  a  Dwelling  in  thine  Houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  Grace*  F  5  ,i 


12^  PSALM    LXV. 

4  in  anfwVing  what  thy  Church  requefts. 

Thy  Truth  and  Terror  (hine, 
And  Works  of  dreadful  Righteoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  Defign. 

5  Thus  {hall  the  wondVing  Nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  ; 
And  diilant  Illands  fly  to  thee. 
And  make  thy  Name  their  Trud. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  Tokens,  Lord, 

When  Signs  in  Heav'n  appear  ; 
But  they  lliall  learn  thy  holy  Word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 
Psalm  LXV.  Second  Part.    Common  Metre. 
The  Providence  of  GOD  in  Air,  Earth  and  Sea  5  Or,, 
Ihe  Blejfing  of  Rain. 

1  'npIS  by  thy  Strength  the  Mountains  ftand, 

^      God  of  eternal  Pow'r  ; 
The  Sea  grows  c^.lm  at  thy  Command, 
And  Tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  Thy  Morning;  Light,  and  Ev'ning  Shade, 

SuccelTive  Comforts  bring  : 
Thy  plenteous  Fruits  make  Harveft  glad, 
Thy  Flow'rs  adorn  the  Spring. 
2  Seafons  and  Times,  and  Moons  and  Hours, 
Heav'n,  Earth  and  Air  are  thine  ;^ 
When  Clouds  diftil  in  fruittul  Snow  rs. 
The  Author  is  divine. 
.  Thofe  wand'ring  Cifterns  in  the  Sky        , 
^       Borne  by  the  Vs^lnds  around, 
Whofe  watry  Treafures  well  fupply 
The  Furrows  oi  the  Ground, 
r  The  thirty  Ridges  drink  their  Fill, 
^       And  Ranks  ot  Corn  appe-^^        ^ ... 
Thy  Wavs  abound  with  Blcffings  ^^\ 
ThyGoodnei's  crowns  the  Year.       i'sALM 


PSALM    LXV^LXYI.       1.25 

Psalm  LXV.  Third  Part,  Common  Metre, 

The  Blejjlngs  of  the  Spring  ;  Or, GOD  gives  Rair., 

A  Pfalm  for  the  Hufoandman. 

1  j^^OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'niy  King, 
^-^  Who  makes  the  Earth  his  Gare  j 
Vifits  the  Paftures  every  Spring, 

And  bids  the  Grafs  appear. 

2  The  Clouds,  hke  Rivers  rais'd  on  high->. 

Pour  out  at  thy  C6mmand 
Their  watry  BlelTings  from  the  Sky, 
To  chear  thy  thirfty  Land. 

3  The  foft'ned  Ridges  of  the  Field . 

Permit  the  Corn  to  fpring  : 
The  Valleys  rich  Provifion  yields 
And  the  poor  Lab'rers  fmg. 

4  The  little  Hill's  on  ev'ry  Side  - 

Rejoice^at  falling  Show'rs  :    : 
The  iVleadows  drefs'd  in  all  their  Pride- 
Perfume  the  Air  with  Flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  Clods^  refrefh'd  with  Rain 

Promife  a  joyful  Crop  ; 
The  parching  Ground  looks  green  again. 
And  raife  the  Reaper's  Hope. 

6  The  various  Months  thy  Goodnefs  crowns  3 

How  bounteous  are  thy  Ways  ? 
The  bleating  Flocks  fpread  o'er  the  Dov/ns, 

And  Shepherds  ihout  thy  Praife. 
'^;         P  s  A  L  ivt  LXVI.  Fir/}  Pari. 
Gsijermng  Pciier  and  Goodnefs  5  Cr^  Our  Gracs- 
tried  by  Jffaiiions. 
J  OlNG,  all  ye'Nations,  to  the  Lord, 
^  Sing  with  a  joyful  Noife  ; 
With  Melody  of  Sound  record 
His  Honours  aad  your  Joy s ,  9^  Sey 


126         P  S  ^  L  M    LXYL 

2  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  makes  the  Skyy 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  Prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  Feet  they  bow. 

3  [Come,  fee  the  Wonders  of  our  GoDy 

How  glorious  are  his  Ways  ? 
In  Alofes  Hand  he  puts  his  Rod  ? 
And  cleaves  the  trighted  Seas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  Channel  dry, 

While  Jfr'el  pafs'd  the  Flood  ; 
There  did  the  Church  begin  their  Joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  rehfllefs  Might : 

Will  Re'bel  iMortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  Fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  War. 

6  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  ; 

Ye  Saints,  fulfil  his  Praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  Lite,  maintains  our  Peace, 
And  guides  oui  doubtful  Ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuff'ring  Souls, 

To  make  our  Graces  Ihine  ; 
So  i)ilver  bears  the  burning  Coals, 
The  M^tal  to  refine. 

8  Thro'  wat'ry  Deeps  and  fiery  Ways 

We  march  at  thy  Command, 
Led  to  pofTefs  the  promis'd  Place 
By  thine  unerring  Hand. 

Psalm  LXV^I.    13--  20.  Second  Part, 
Praife  to  GOD  for  hearing  Prayer. 
I  ^VjOW  ihali  my  fotsmn  Vows  be  paid 
-*-^    To  that  Almighty  Power 
Thar  heard  thelon^  Reque(\s  I  made 

In  my  diftrefsful  Hour.  2  ^ 


PSALM    LXYIL  127 

2  My  Lips  and  chearful  Heart  prepare 

To  make  his  Mercies  known  : 
Come  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  Wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  Head  huge  Sorrows  fell^ 

I  fought  his  heav'nly  Aid  ; 
He  fav'd  my  finking  Soul  from.  Hell, 
And  Deatli's  eternal  Shade. 

4  If  Sin  lay  coverM  in  my  Heart 

While  Pray'r  employed  my  Tongue, 
The  Lord  had  lliewn  me  no  Regard, 
Nor  I  his  Praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  Name  be  ever  bleft) 

Has  fet  my  Spirit  free  ; 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  Requeft, 
Nor  turn'd  his  Heart  from  me* 
Psalm  LXVIL 
The  Natioris  Projperity^  and  the  ChiircWs  Increaje^ 

1  OHINE,  mighty  Goi),  on  Britain^  fhine, 
*^  With  Beams  of  heav'nly  Grace  ; 
Reveal  thy  Pow'r  through  all  our  Coafts, 

And  fhew  thy  fmiling  Face,. 

2  [Amidft  our  Ifle  exalted  high 

Do  thou  our  Glory  ftand. 
And  like  a  Wall  of  Guardian  Fire 
Surround  the  Favourite  Land.] 

3  When  fhall  thy  Name  from  Shore  to  Shore 

Sound  all  the  Earth  abroad, 
And  diflant  Nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  Lands, 

Sing  loud  with  folemn  Voice; 
While  ^r;V//??  Tongues  exalt  his  Praife^ 
And  Briujh  Hearts  rejoice.  5  He^ 


t2«  F  S  A  L  M    LXVIII. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  che  fovVeign  Judge, 
That  fits  enthron'd  above, 
Wifely  commands  the  Worlds  he  made 
In  Juftice  and  in  Love. 

6  Earth  fhall  obey  her  Maker's  Will, 

And  yield  a  full  Increafe  ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  Ifle 
With  Fruitfulnefs  and  Peace. 

7  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 

His  choiceft  Favours  here, 
While  the  Creation's  utmoil  Bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 
Psalm  LXVIir.  FirJiPart.  Ver.  i-6,  32,.35, 
The  Vengeance  and  CompaJJton  of  GOD, 

1  T   ET  God  arife  in  all  his  Might, 

^  And  put  the  Troops  of  Hell  to  Flight  j 
As  Smoak  that  fought  to  cloud  the  Skies 
Before  the  rifing  Tempeft  files. 

2  [He  comes  array'd  in  burning  Flames  ; 
Juftice  and  Vengeance  are  his  Names : 
Behold  His  fainting  Foes  expire 

Like  melting  Wax  before  the  Fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  Sky  ; 
His  Name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  Name,  ye  Sons  of  Grace  y 
Ye  Saints  rejoice  before  his  Face. 

4  The  Widow  and  the  Fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  Aid  in  (harp  Diftrefs  ! 
In  him  the  Poor  and  Helpleis  find 
A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  Captive's  heavy  Chain^. 
And  Pris'ners  fee  the  Light  again  ; 
But  Rebels  that  difpute  h.s  Will, 

Si^i  dwell  inChains  andDarkn^fs  ftiil..    Paufe, 


F  B  A  L  M  LXVIIL  xs^ 

Pause. 

6  Kingdoms  and  Thrones  to  God  belong; 
Crown  hinn,  ye  Nations  in  your  Song  : 
His  wcnd'rous  Namss  and  Pow'rs  rehearfe. 
His  Honours  Ihall  enrich  your  Verfe. 

J  He  Ihakes  the  Heav'^ns  with  loud.  Alarms  ;. 
How  terrible  is  God  in  Arms  1 
\'Ci  Ifrael  are  his  Mercies  known, 
ljrael\%  his  peculiar  Throne. 

8  Proclaim  hira  King,  pronounce  him  bled  % 
He's  your  Defence,  your  Joy,  your  Reft  : 
When  Terrors  rile,  and  Nations  taint,, 
God  is  the  Strength  of  ev'ry  Saint. 

Psalm  LXVIII.  Second  Part,  Ver,  17,  18. 

Chriji's  JfcenfioHy  and  the  Gift  of  the  Spirits 

1  T   ORD,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  hlgh^ 
^  Ten  Thoufand  Angels  fill'd  the  Sky ; 
Thofe  Heav'nly  Guards  around  Thee  wait. 
Like  Chariots  that  attend  thy  State. 

2  Not  Sinai's  Mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  ;. 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  Law, 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  Tribes  with  Awe> 

3  How  bright  the  Triumph  none  can  tell. 
When  the  rebellious  PowVs  of  Hell, 
That  Thoufands  Sou's  had  Captive  made^ 
Were  ail  in  Chains  like  Captives  led, 

4.  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  Throne, 
He  fent  his  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  Gifts  and  Grace  for  Rebel  Men^ 


That  God  might  dwell  on  Earth  again. 


Psalm 


i^  S  A^il.  M   LXVIII,  LXIX. 

Ps  almLXVIII.   ^d.Part.  Ver.  19,9,20,21,22. 
Praifefor  Temporal  BleJJlngs  j  or  ^common  and  fpecial 
Mercies. 

1  W^E  blefs  the  Lord,  the  Juft,  the  Good, 

^^    Who  fills  ourHearts  with  Joy  and  Food ; 
Who  pours  his  BlefTings  from  the  Skies 
And  loads  our  Days  with  rich  Supplies. 

2  He  fends  the  Sun  his  Circuit  round, 

To  chear  the  Fruits,  to  warm  the  Ground  ; 
He  bids  the  Clouds  with  plenteous  Rain 
Refrefh  the  thirfty  Earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  Care  we  owe  our  Breith, 
And  all  our  wear  Efcapes  from  Death  : 
Safety  and  Health  to  God  belong  5 

He  heals  the  Weak,  and  guards  the  Strongs 

4  He  makes  the  Saint  and  Sinner  prove 
The  common  Bleflings  of  his  Love  ; 
But  the  wide  Difference  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  Joy  or  endiefs  Pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  Serpent's  Head, 
On  all  the  Serpent's^  Seed  fhali  tread, 
The  ftubbon  Sinner's  Hope  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lafting  Wound. 

6  But  his  Right  Hand  his  Saints  fhall  raife 
From  the  deep  Earth,  or  deeper  Seas, 
And  bring  them  to  his  Court  abov-  ; 
There  fhall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  Love. 

Psalm  LXIX.  r-  14  Flrji  ParU  Com.  Metre. 
The  Sufferings  of  Christ  for  our  Salvation, 

I  "  OAVE  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  Ficods 
^  "  Break  in  upon  my  Soul ; 
^<  I  fink,  and  Sorrows  f?'er  my  Head 
'«  Like  mighty  Waters  roll,  2  " 


PSALM  LXIX.  13  r 

I  cry  till  all  my  Voice  be  gone, 

*'  In  Tears  1  wafte  the  Day  -, 

My  God, "behold  ray  longing  Eyes, 

''  And  fliorten  thy  Delay. 

They  hate  my  Soul  without  a  Caufe, 

"  And  ftill  their  Number  grows 

More  than  the  Hairs  around  my  Head^ 

"  And  mighty  are.  my  P'oes. 

Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  Debt 
''  Thac  Men  could  never  pay, 
And  gave  thofe  Honours  to  thy  Law 
"  Which  Sinners  took  away. 

Thus  in  the  great  Mejftah's  Name,. 
*'  The  royal  Prophet  mourns  ; 
/Thus  he  awakes  our  Hearts  to  Grief^. 
**  And  gives  us  Joy  by  Turns. 

Now  {hall  the  Saints  rejoice  and  find 
'*  Salvation  in  thy  Name, 
For  I  have  born  their  heavy  Load 
"  Of  Sorrow,  Pain,  and  Shame, 

Grief  like  a  Garment  cloath'd  meTOund, 
''  And  Sackcloth  was  my  Drefs,. 
While  I  procur'd  for  naked  Souls 
"  A  Robe  of  Righteoufnefs. 

Amongft  my  Brethren  and  the  Jews 
"  I  like  a  Stranger  ftood. 
And  bore  their  vile  Reproach,  to  bring 
"  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

I  came  in  finful  Mortals  Stead 

"  To  do  my  Father's  Will  ; 

Yet  when  I  ckans'd  my  Father's  Houfe, 

"  They  fcandaliz-'d  my  Zeal, 

20  "  My 


132  PSALM   LXIX. 

10  *'  MyFafting  and  my  hoiy  Groans 

"  Were  made  the  Drunkard's  Song  ; 
'*  But  God  from  his  celeftial  Throne 
*'  Heard  my  complaining  Tongue. 

11  "  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  Deep, 

"  Nor  let  my  Soul  be  drown'd  ; 
"  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  Feet 
«  On  well-eftabliih'd  Ground. 
iz  *'  'Twas  in  a  mofi:  accepted  Hour 
**  My  Prayer  arofe  on  high, 
**  And  for  my  fake  my  God  fhall  hear 
"  The  dying  Sinner's  Cry." 
Psalm  LXIX.   14--21,  26,  29,  32.  SecondPart, 
Common  Metre. 
The  Pajfton  and  Exaltation  ^y^Chrift:. 

1  "VfO^"^  let  our  Lips  with  holy  Fear 
^^      And  mournful  Pleafure  fmg 
The  Sufferings  of  our  great  High-Prieil,.. 

The  Sorrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  Floods  of  deep  Diftrefs  ; 

How  high  the  Waters  rife  ! 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  Ear 
He  fends  perpetual  Cries. 

3  «  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 

''  Nor  hide  thy  (hining  Face  j 
<«  Why  Ihould  thy  Favourite  look  like  one 

4  "  Forfaken  of  thy  Grace  ? 

«'  With  Rage  they  perfecute  the  Man 

"  That  Groans  beneath  thy  Wouad, 
«<  While  for  a  Sacrifice  I  pour 
*«  My  Life  upon  the  Ground. 
5  "  They  "tread  my  Honour  to  the  Duft, 
"   And  laugh  when  i  complain  V 
<*  Their  fharp  infulting  Slanders  add 

-''  Frefh  Anguilh  to  my  Pain.  6  "  All 


P  S  A  L  M  LXIX.  133 

6  "  All  my  Reproach  is  known  to  Thee, 
I         "  The  Scandal  and  the  Shame  ; 

j     '*  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  Heart, 
I         "  And  Lies  deiil'd  my  Name. 

7  ''  I  look'd  for  Pity,  but  in  vain  ; 

"  My  Kindred  are  my  Grief; 
"  I  afk'my  Friends  for  Comfort  rounds 
"  But  meet  with  no  Relief. 

8  "  With  Vinegar  they  mock  my  Third, 

"  They  give  me  Gall  for  Food  ; 
"  And  fporting  with  my  dying  Groans, 
"  They  triumph  in  my  Blood. 

9  "  Shine  in  to  my  diftreffed  Soul, 

'^  Let  thy  CompalTions  fave  ; 
<'  And  though  my  Fleih  fink  down  to  Death, 
"  Redeem  it  from  the  Grave. 

10  "  I  (hall  arife  to  praife  thy  NamCj. 

'•  Shall  reign  in  Worlds  unknown  ; 
'^  And  thy  Salvation,  O  my  God, 
"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  Throne. 

Psalm  LXIX.    Third  Fart,     Common  Metre. 

ChriU'j  Obedience  and  Death  ;  or,  GOD  glorified  and 
Sinners  faved. 

I  Tj^Ather,  I  fmg  thy  wondrous  Grace, 
^       I  blefs  my  Saviour's  Name, 
He  bought  Salvation  for  the  Poor, 
And  bore  the  Sinner's  Shame. 

7  '^lis  deep  Diflrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 
^  His  Duty  and  his  Zeal 

Fulhll'd  the  Law  which  Mortals  broke. 
And  finidi'd  all  thy  Will. 
3  His  dying  Groans,  his  living  Songs 

Slia'i  better  pleafe  my  God  Than 


134  PSALM  LXIX. 

Than  Harp  or  Trumpet's  folemn  Sound, 
Then  Goats  or  Bullocks  Blood. 

4  This  (hall  his  humble  Followers  fee, 

And  fet  their  Hearts  at  reft ; 
They  by  his  Death  draw  near  to  Thee, 
And  live  for  ever  bleft. 

5  Let  Heaven  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 

To  God  their  V^oices  raife. 
While  Lands  and  Seas  aliift  the  Sky, 
And  join  t'  advance  the  Praife. 

6  Zion  is  thine,  Moft  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  ihall  biefs  her  Gates;. 
And  Glory  purchas'd  by  his  Blood 

P'or  thy  own  Jfrael  waits. 
Psalm  LXIX.    Firji  Part,    Long  Metre, 
ChriftV  Pajpon^  and  Sinners  Salvation, 

1  "pvEEP  in  our  Hearts  let  us  record 
^^  The  deeper  Sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  the  rifmg  Billows  roll 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  Soul. 

2  In  long  Complaints  he  fpends  his  Breath, 
While  Hofts  of  Hell,  and  Powers  of  Death, 
And  all  the  Sons  of  Malice  Joia 

To  execute  their  curft  Defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  Pow'r  and  Love 
Has  made  the  Curfe  a  BlefTing  prove  i 
Thofe  dreadful  S^ufFerings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  Sins  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  Pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  Honours  of  ihy  Law  reftor'd  : 
His  Sorrows  made  thy  Juftice  known. 
And  paid  for  Follies  not  his  own. 

5  O  for  his  Sake  our  Guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  niournin«;  Sinner  live  :  1  h< 


-o 


PSALM  LXIX.  135- 

The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  Name, 
Nor  (hall  our  Hope  be  turn'd  to  Shame. 
Psalm  LXIX.  Ver.  7,  &c.  idPart.  Long  Metre. 
Chrift'j  bufferings  and  Zeal. 
,'-pWAS  for  thy  bake,  eternal  God, 

^    Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  Load 
Of  bafe  Reproach  and  fore  Difgrace, 
And  Shame  defil'd  his  facred  Face. 
The  Jevjs  his  Brethren  and  his  Kin, 
Abus'd  the  Man  that  check'd  their  Sin  : 
While  he  fulfil'd  thy  holy  Laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  Caufe. 
[My  Father  s  Houfe^  faid  he,  %vas  ryiade 
A  Place  for  Worjhlp^  not  for  Trade  ; 
Then  feattering  all  their  Gold  and  Brafs, 
He  fcourg'd  the  Merchants  from  the  Place,] 
[Zeal  for  the  Temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  Life,  expos'd  his  Blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  Glory  thrown 
He  felt  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

[His  Friends  forfook,  his  Followers  fled. 
While  Foes  and  Arms  furround  his  Head  ; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  fland'rous  Tongue, 
And  the  falfe-  Judge  maintains  the  Wrong,] 
Hts  Life  they  load  with  hateful  Lies, 
And  charge  his  Lips  vv'ith  Blafphemies^: 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  Tree  ; 
There  hung  the  Man  that  dy'd  for  me. 
[Wretches  with  Hearts  as  hard  as  Stones 
Infult  his  Piety  and  Groans ; 
Gall  was  the  Food  they  gave  him  there. 
And  mock'd  his  Tiiin't  with  Vinegar.] 
But  God  beheld  ;  and  from  his  Throne 
Marks  out  the  Men  that  hate  his  Son  ;     The 


136  P  S  Ji  L  MLXXI. 

The  Hand  th^t  rais'd  him  from  the  Dead, 
Shall  pour  the  Vengeance  on  their  Head, 
Psalm    LXXI.    5—9.    Fir/i  Part, 
The  Jged  Sinner  s  Refieciion  and  Hope* 

1  \y|Y  God,  my  everlafting  Hope, 
^^     1  live  upon  thy  Truth  ; 
Thine  Hands  have  held  my  Childhood  up,      I 

And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  Youth.  '  I 

2  My  Fleili  was  fafliionM  by  thy  Pow'r,  ' 

With  all  thefe  Limbs  of  mine  : 
And  from  my  Mother's  painful  Hour 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  Life  new  Wonders  feen 

Repeated  ev'ry  Year  ; 
Behold  my  Days  that  yet  remain, 
I  truft  them  to  thy  Care. 

4  Caft  me  not  off  when  Strength  declines. 

When  hoary  Hairs  arife ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  Glory  (hine, 
When-e'er  thy  Servant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  Hlfl:ory  of  my  Age, 

When  Men  review  my  Days, 
They'll  read  thy  Love  in  ev'ry  Page, 
Li  ev'ry  Line  thy  Praife. 
Psalm  LXXL   15,  14,  1^,  23,  22,  24.  idPai-u 
Chrift  our  Strength  and  Righteoufnefs, 

1  \yf  Y  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
iVl     When  1  begin  thy  Praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  Numbers  end. 

The  Numbers  of  thy  Grace  I 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  Truft, 

Thy  Goodnefs  I  adore  ; 
And  fmce  I  knew  thy  Graces  firft 
1  fpeak  thy  Glories  more.  3  Mj 


PSALM  LXXI.  137 

My  Feet  fhall  travel  xii  tlie  Length 

Of  the    celeflial  Road, 
And  march  with  Courage  \a  thy  Strength 

To  fee  my  Faiher-GoD. 

4  When  I  am  fiU'd  with  fore  Diftrefs 

For  fome  furprizing  Sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfe6l  Rightcoufnefs, 
And  niention  none  but  Thine. 

5  How  will  my  Lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  Vitflories  of  ray  King  ! 
My  Soul  redeem'd  from  Sin  and  Hell 
Shall  thy  Salvation  frng. 

6  [My  Tongue  Ihall  all  the  Day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  Death  has  brought  my  Foes  to  Shame, 
And  drown'd  them  in  his  Blood. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  Powers  j 

With  this  ddightful  Song 
ril  entertain  the  darkeft  Hours, 
Nor  think  the  Seafon  long.] 
Psalm  LXXI.    17--21.    Third  Fart, 
The  aged  Chriftians  Prayer  and  Song  ;   or.   Old  Age^ 
Deathj  and  the  Kefurredlon, 

1  /^OD  of  ray  Childhood,  and  my  Youth, 
^-^     The  Guide  of  all  my  Days, 

I  have  declared  thy  heavenly  Truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  Ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forfake  ray  hoary  Hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  Heart  ? 
Who  fhall  fuftain  my  fmking  Years 
\{  God  my  Strength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  Power  and  Truth  proclaim 

To  the  furviving  Age, 
And  leave  a  Savour  of  thy  Name 

When  I  Hiall  quit  the  Stage.  4  The 


SS  PSALM  LXXII. 

4-  The  Land  of  Silence  and  of  Death 
Attends  my  next  Remove  ; 
O  may  thefe  poor  Remains  of  Breath 
Teach  the  wide  World  thy  Love  ! 

Pause. 

5  Thy  Righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  Deeds  ; 
Thy  Glory  fpreads  beyond  the  Sky, 
And  all  my  Praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  Threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  Grief: 
But  when  thy  Hand  has  prefl  me  fore, 
Thy  Grace  was  my  Relief. 

7  By  long:  Experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'reign  Pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  Command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  Grave. 

8  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  Duft, 

My  Fle(h  fhall  be  thy  Care  ; 
Thefx^  withering  Limbs  with  thee  I  trull 
To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

Psalm  LXXIL     Firft  Part. 

The  Kingdom  of  Chrift. 

J  ^REAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  Sway 
^-^  The  known  and  unknown  Worlds  obey 
Now  give  the  Kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  Power,  exalt  his  Throne. 

2  Thy  Scepter  well  becomes  his  Hands, 
A-U  Heaven  fubmits  to  his  Commands  5 
His  Juftice  fliall  avenge  the  Poor, 
And  Pride  and  Rage  prevail  no  more. 
With  Pbwer  he  vindicates  the  Juft, 
And  t.eads  th'  CppreiTor  m  the  Duft  3        E 


PSALM  LXXIL  139 

His  Worlhip  and  his  Fear  fhall  laft,    . 
Till  Hours,  and  Years,  and  Time  be  pad. 
As  Rain  on  Meadows  newly  mown. 
So  (hall  he  fend  his  Influence  down  : 
His  Grace  on  fainiing  Souls  diftils. 
Like  heavenly  Dew  on  thirfty  Hills. 
The  Heathen  Lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  Shades  of  overfpreading  Death, 
Revive  at  his  firfl:  dawning  Light, 
And  Defarts  blofTom  at  the  Sight. 
The  Saints  Oiali  flourifh  in  his  Days, 
Dreft  in  the  Robes  of  Joy  "and  Praife  5 
Peace  like  a  River  from  his  Throne 
Shall  flow  to  Nations  yet  unknown. 
Psalm  LXXil.     Second  Part, 
Chrift'j  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 
^ESUS  fliall  reign  where- e'er  the  Sun. 
J  Does  his  fucceflive  Journeys  run  ; 
His  Kingdom  flretch  from  Shore  to  Shore, 
Till  Moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more« 
[Behold  the  hlands  with  their  KingSj 
And  Europe  her  beft  Tribute  brings ; 
From  North  to  South  the  Princes  meet 
To  pay.,their  Homage  at  his  Feet. 

There  Perfia^  glories  to  behold. 
There  India  Tnmes  in  Eafiern  Gold ; 
And  barbarous  Nations  at  his  Word 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.] 
For  him  fhall  endlefs  Pray'r  be  made. 
And  Praifes  throng  to  crown  his  Head  ; 
His  Name  like  fweet  Perrume  ihall  rile 
With  every  Morning  Sacrifice. 

G  5  People 


J4C         PSALM   LXXIII. 

5  People  and  Realms  of  every  Tongue 
Dwell  on  his  Love  with  fweeteft  Song; 
And  Infant- Voices  (hall  proclaim 
Their  early  Blefiings  on  his  Name. 

6  Bleflings  abound  where-e'er  he  reigns. 
The  Prifoner  leaps  to  lofe  his  Chains  ; 
The  Weary  find  eternal  Reil, 

And  all  the  Sons  of  Want  arc  bleft. 

7  [Where  he  difplays  his  healing  Power, 
Death  and  the  Curfe  are  known  no  more ; 
In  him  the  Tribes  of  Jdam  boa  ft 

More  Bleflings  than  their  Father  loft. 

8  Let  every  Creature  rife  and  brings 
Peculiar  Honours  to  our  King: 
Angels  defcend  with  Songs  again, 
And  Earth  repeat  the  long  Amen.'] 

Psalm  LXXIIL   Firji . '-^^  CommonMetre 
Jffii5led  Saints  happy,  a?id  p7\'!}erons  Sinners  curjed. 

1  "NjO^V  Pm  convinc'd,  the  Lord  is  kind 
--^      To  Men  of  Heart  fincere, 

Yet  once  my  foolifti  Thoughts  repin'd. 
And  border'd  on  Defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  Wicked  thrive. 

And  fpoke  with  angry  Breath, 
"  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  Death  ! 

3  "  With  v^ell-fed  Fle(h  and  haughty  Eyes 

"  They  lay  their  Fears  to  fleep  ; 
*'  Againft  the  Heavens  their  Slanders  rife, 
•'  While  Saints  in  Silence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  Hands  to  pray, 

*'  And  cleanfe  my  Heart  in  vain ; 
«<  For  1  am  chaften'd  all  the  Day, 

*'  The  Night  renews  my  Pain."  ^ 


PSALM  LXXIIL         141 

5  Yet  wiiile  my  Tongue  indulg*d  Complaints, 

I  felt  my  Heart  reprove  ; 
-  "  Sure  I  fhall  thus  offend  thy  Saints, 
"  And  grieve  the  Men  I  love." 

6  But  ftill  I  found  my  Doubts  too  hard. 

The  Conflid  too  fevere, 
'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  Word, 
And  learn  thy  Secrets  there. 

7  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  Glafs, 

I  faw  the  Sinner's  Feet 
High  mounted  on  a  ilippery  Place 
Befide  a  fiery  Pit. 

8  I  heard  the  Wretch  profanely  boait, 

'Till  at  thy  Frown  he  fell ; 
His  Honours  in  a  Dream  were  loft. 
And  he  awakes  in  Hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  Fool  I  was  ! 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  Bead  ! 
Thus  to  fufpecTt  thy  promis'd  Grace, 
And  think  the  Wicked  bled. 

10  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  Defpair, 

Upheld  by  Power  unknown  : 
That  bleffed  Hand  that  broke  the  Snare 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  Throne. 
Psalm  LXXIIL  23-28.  2iP^r/.Com. Metre. 
GOD  our  Portion  here  and  hereafter. 

1  /^  OD,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 
^^     My  Help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  Arm  of  Mercy  held  me  up 

When  finking  in  Defpair. 

2  Thy  Counfels,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  Feet 

Through  this  dark  WiJdernefs  ; 
Thine  Hand  condu6t  me  near  thy  Seat, 
To  dwell  before  ihy  Face.        G  2  3 


T4i^        P  S  ^  L  M  LXXIIL 

3  VV^ere  I  ia  Heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  Joy  to  me  ; 
'    And  whilft  this  Earth  is  my  Abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee  ; 

4  What  if  the  Springs  of  Life  were  broke. 

And  Flefh  and  Heart  ihould  faint, 
God  is  my  Soul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  Strength  of  ev'ry  Saint. 

5  Behold  the  Sinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  Prefence  die  ; 
Not  all  the  Idol  Gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  Employ  ; 
My  Tongue  fliall  found  thy  Works  abroad. 
And  tell  the  World  my  Joy. 
P  s  A  L  M  LXXIIL  22,3,6, 17--20.  LongMetre. 
The  Profperiiy  of  Sinners  cwfed. 

1  T   ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  Wretch  was  I, 
-"^     To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine 
To  fee  the  Wicked  plac'd  on  high. 

In  Pride  and  Robes  of  Honour  Ihine. 

2  Bur,  O  their  End,  their  dreadful  End  ! 
Thy  San^luary  taught  m|^  : 
On  flippery  Rocks  I  fee  mem  ftand, 
And  fiery  Billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again. 
There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  Eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  Pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  Joys  how  faft  they  flee  ! 
Jull:  like  a  Dream  when  Man  awakes  ; 
Their  Songs  of  lofted  Harmony 
Are  but  a  Preface  to  their  Plagues.         5  Nc 


s^ 


Now  I  efteem  their  Mirth  and  Wine, 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  Blood  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enouc::;h  that  thou  art  mine. 
My  Life,  my  Portion,  and  my  God. 
Psalm  LXXIII.    Short  Metre. 
77?^  Myjtery  of  Providence  unfolded. 
URE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
Nor  is  Religion  vain  ; 
Tho'  Men  of  Vice  may  boaft  aloud. 
And  Men  of  Grace  complain.  ^ 

2  I  faw  the  Wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  Heart  repine. 
While  haughty  Fools  with  rcornful  EyeSj 
In  Robes  of  Honour  fliine. 

3  [Pamper'd  with  wanton  Eafe, 

Their  Flefh  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  Wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  Seas, 
And  grows  without  their  Care. 

4  Free  from  the  Plagues  and  Pains 

That  pious  Souls  endure. 
Thro'  all  their  Life  Oppreffion  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  Poor.  ^ 

5  Their  impious  Tongues  biafpheme 

The  everlafting  God  : 
Their  Malice  biafts  the  good  Man's  Name. 
And  fpreads  their  Lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  w^ith  flowing  Tears 

Indulged  my  Doubts  to  rife  ; 
^^  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
"  The  Things  below  the  Skies  r  J 

7  The  Tumult  of  my  Thought 

Held  me  in  hard  Sufpence, 
Till  to  thy  Houfe  my  P>et  were  brought 
To  learn  thyjuftice  tiience.     G  3      8  Thy 


144        P  S  ^  L  M   LXXIV. 

8  Thy  Word  with  Light  and  Power, 

Did  my  miftake  amend  j 
I  view'd  the  Sinners  Lite  before. 
But  here  I  learnt  their  End, 

9  On  what  a  ilippery  Steep 

The  though tlefs  Wretches  go  5 
And  O  that  dreadful  fiery  Deep 
That  waits  their  Fall  below  ! 

10  Lord,  arthy  Feet  I  bow, 

My  Thoughts  no  more  repine  : 
I  call  my  God  my  Portion  now. 
And  all  my  Pow'rs  are  thme. 
Psalm  LXXW. 
The  Church  Pleading  with  GOD  under  fire  Perfecuticn* 

1  "^X/'ILL  God  for  ever  caPt  us  oft' ! 

^^  "His  Wrath  for  ever  fmoak. 
Againft  the  People  of  his  Love, 
His  little  cholen  Flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  Tribes  fo  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  Blcod  j 
Nor  let  thy  Sion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  Glory  ftood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  Feet,  and  march  in  hafte, 

Aloud  our  Ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  Wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  Walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  Churches  pray'd  and  fang 

Thy  Foes  profanely  roar  ; 
Over  thy  Gates  their  Enfigns  hang. 
Sad  Tokens  of  their  Power. 

5  How  are  the  Seats  of  Worfl^Jp  broke  ? 

They  tear  the  Buildings  down. 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  Stroke  ? 

Procures  the  chief  Renown.  6  With 


P  S  ^  L  M  LXXIV.         145 

#  With  Flame  they  threaten  to  deftroy 
Thy  Children  in  their  Neft  -, 
Come  let  us  burn  at  once,  they  cry, 
Ihe  temple  and  the  Prieft, 
7  And  ftill  to  heighten  our  Didrers, 
Thy  Prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  Signs  of  Power  and  Grace, 
Thy  Power  and  Grace  are  gone. 

\  8  No  Prophet  fpeaks  to  caJm  our  Woes, 
But  all  the  Seers  mourn  ; 
There's  not  a  Soul  amongft  us  knows 
The  Time  of  thv  Return. 
Pause. 

9  Kow  long,  eternal  God,  how  long, 

Shall  Men  of  Pride  blafpheme  ? 
Shall  Saints  be  made  their  endlefs  Song^ 
And  bear  immortal  Shame, 

10  Canfl  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 

Thine  holy  Name  protanM  ? 
And  ftiil  thy  Jealoufy  forbear. 
And  ftili  with-hold  thine  Hand  ? 

11  What  ftrange  Deliv'rance  haft  thou  fhowr^ 

In  Ages  long  before. 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own. 
No  other  God  adore. 

I  2  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  Sea 
By  thy  refiftlefs  Might, 
To  make  thy  Tribes  a  wondrous  Wayj 
And  then  fecure  their  Flight. 
13  Is  not  the  World  ot  Nature  thine. 
The  Darkncfs  and  the  Day  ? 
Didit  not  thou  bid  the  Mormng  fhinCj 
And  mark  the  Sun  his  Way, 

^4  14  Hatk 


ia6         psalm  LXXV. 

14  Hath  not  thy  Power  form'd  every  Coad, 

And  fet  the  Earth  its  Bounds, 
With  Summer's  Heat,  and  Winter's  FroH-, 
Intheir  perpetual  Rounds  ? 

15  And  fhall  the  Sons  of  Earth  and  Duft 

That  facred  Power  blafpheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  Hand  that  form'd  them  firft 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  Name  ? 

1 6  Think  on  the  Covenant  thou  liaft  made. 

And  all  thy  Words  of  Love  ; 

Nor  Jet  the  Birds  of  Prey  invade 

And  vex  thv  mourning  Dove. 

17  Cur  Foes  would  triumph  in  our  Blood, 

And  make  our  Hope  their  Jeft  j 
Plead  thine  own  Caufe,  Almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  Children  Reft. 

P  s  a'l  m  LXXV. 
Pcivcr  and  Gcvernmeni  from  GOD  alone. 
Apply'd   to    the    glorious    Revolution   by    King 
William,  or  the  happy  Acceffion  of  King 
Georgl  to  the  Throne. 
I  nnO_Tliee,  mod  Holy,  and  mofl:  Fligh, 
^    To  Thee  we  bring  our  thankful  Praife ; 
Thy  Works  declare  thy  Name  is  nigh, 
'Yi\\'  Works  of  Wonder  and  of  Grace. 

I  Britain  v;as  doom'd  to  be  a  Slave, 

Ller  Frame  diUblv'd  ;  her  Fears  were  great;. 
When  God  a  new  Supporter  gave, 
To  bear  the  Pillars  of  the  State. 

3  He  from  thy  Hand  receiv'd  his  Crown, 
And  fwear  to  rule  by  wholefome  Laws  ; 
J-]is  Foot  iliall  tread  th'  OpprefTor  down, 
His  Arm  defend  tl.e  righteous  Caufe. 

4  Let 


P  SAL  M  LXXVL         147 

4  Let  haughty  Sinners  fmk  their  ^Pride, 
Nor  htt  fo  high  their  fcornful  Head  ; 
But  lay  their  foohih  Thoughts  afide. 
And  own  the  King  that  God  hath  made. 

5  Such  Honours  never  come  by  Chance, 
Nor  do  the  Winds  Promotion  blow  ; 
'Tis  God  the  Judge  doth  one  advancCj 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  Pretence  to  royal  Birth 
Shall  fix  a  Tyrant  on  the  Throne  ; 
God,  the  great  Sovereign  of  the  Earthy 
Will  rife,  and  make  his  Juftice  known. 

7  [His  Hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  Cup,. 

'  Of  Vengeance  mix'd  with  various  Plagues, 
To  make  the  Wicked  drink  them  up. 
Wring  out,  and  tatle  the  bitter  Dregs. 
§  Now  fhall  the  Lord  exalt  thejuft, 
And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud. 
And  lays  their  Glory  in  the  Duft, 
My  Lips  Ihall  ling  his  Praife  aloud,  ^ 

P  s  A  L  M  LXXVL 
Lfrael  fav^d^  and  the  AiTyrlans  defirofd  ;  (?r,  GOD'. 
Vengeance  againfi  his    Enemies    proceeds  from .  hi: 
Church, 

I    tN  Judah  God  of  Old. was  known  ; 
^   His  Name. in  Ifrael  great ; 
In  Sakfn.^Qod  his  holy  Throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  Seat. 
:  Among  the  Praifes  of  his  Saints, 
His  Dwelling  there  he  choie  ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  jud:  Complaints, 
Agamft  their  haughty  Foes, 

G  5  3  From 


1^8  P  S  o4  L  M  LXXVL 

3  Fiom  2hn  went  his  dreadful  Word, 

And  broke  that  threatning  Spear  ; 
The  Bow,  the  Arrows,  and  the  Sword, 
And  crufh'd  th'  AJfyrwn  War. 

4  What  are  the  Earth's  wide  Kingdoms  ^\{^ 

But  mighty  Hills  of  Prev  ? 
The  Hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zlon^s  King  that  ftopp'd  the  Breath 

Of  Captains  and  their  Bands  : 
The  Men  of  xMight  flept  faft  in  Death, 
And  never  found  their  Hands. 

6  At  thy  Rebuke,  O  Jacoh'^  God, 

Both  Horfe  and  Chariot  fell  : 
Who  knows  the  Terrors  of  thy  Rod  ? 
Thy  Vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  Power  can  ftand  before  thy  Sight 

When  once  thy  Wrath  appears  ? 
WhenHeaven  (bines  round  withdreadfulLightj^, 
The  Earth  lies  ftill  and  fears.  fi 

8  When  God  in  his  own  fovereign  Ways  I 

Comes  down  to  fave  th'  Oppreft,  | 

The  Wrath  of  Man  (liall  work  his  Praiie, 
And  he'll  reflrain  the  reil. 

9  [Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  Tribute  bring, 

Ye  Princes  fear  his  Frown  : 
His  Terrors  (hake  the  proudeft  King, 
And  cuts  an  Army  down. 

10  The  Thunderof  his  iharp  Rebuke 

Our  haughty  Foes  fhal   feel  j 
For  Jacobs  God  hath  not  torfook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  i^ill.j 

PsAW 


PS  A  L  M   LXXVII         149 

Psalm  LXXVIL  Firji  Pari. 
Melancholy  ajjhulting^  and  Hope  provaUtng^ 
I  >pO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  Voices  - 
•*      I  fought  his  gracious  Ear, 
In  the  fad  Day,  when  Troubles  rofe, 
And  fiird  the  Night  with  Fear. 

a  Sad  were  my  Days,  and  dark  my  NightSi> 
My  Soul  refus'd  Relief  ; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  Juft  and  Wife, 
But  Tiioughts  increas'd  my  Grief. 

3,  Still  I  complained,  and  ftill  oppreft. 
My  Heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  Wrath  forbid  my  Reft, 
And  kept  my  Eyes  awake. 

4'  My  overwhelming  Sorrows  grew, 
'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew^ 
And  cail'd  thy  Judgments  ©'er. 

5  I  cali'd  back  Years  and  ancient  Times 

When  I  beheld  thy  Face  ; 
My  Spirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  Crimes 
That  might  with-hold  thy  Grace, 

6  I  cail'd  thy  Mercies  to  my  Mind, 

Which  I  enjoy 'd  before ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  3 
His  Face  appear  no  more  ? 
*l  Will  he  forever  caft  me  off  ? 
His  Promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  Love  ? 
Shall  Anger  ftill  prevail  ? 
8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  Thought,  '- 
This. dark,  defpairing  Frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  Hand  hath  wrought  rlj 
Thy  Hand  is  ftill  the  fame,  9  TH 


I50        P  S  A  L  M    LXXVII. 

9  Til  tliink  again  of  all  thy  Ways, 

And  talk,  thy  Wonders  o'er. 
Thy  Wonders  of  recovVing  Grace, 
When  Fiedi  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwelt  \vlth  Juftice  on  the  Throne  j 

And  Men  that  love  thy  Word 
Have  in  thy  Sandtuary  known 

The  Counfels  of  the  Lord. 

.    Psalm  LXXVII.  Second  Part. 
Comfort  derk)* d  from  ancient  ProvideJice  ;  or,  Ifracl 
deliver  d from  Egypt,  and  brought  to  Canaan. 

1  "TTOW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  Rod  ; 

^^   «  (May  thy  own  Children  fay) 
''  The  Great,  the  Wife,  the  dreadful  God  ! 
"  How  holy  is  his  Way  ! 

2  rii  meditate  his  Works  of  old  ; 

The  King  that  reigns  ahove, 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  Wondeis  told. 
And  learn  to  truft  his  Love, 

3  Long  did  the  Hcufe  oijofeph  lie 

With  Egypt's  Yoke  oppreft  ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  Cry, 
Nor  gave  his  People  Reft. 

4  The  Sons  of  good  old  Jacob  feem'd 

Abandoned  to  their  Foes  ; 

But  his  Almighty  Arm  redeemed 

The  Nation  that  he  ehofe. 

5  I/raelhis  People  and  his  Sheep 

Muft  follow  when,  he  calls  ; 
He  bid  them  venture  thro'  the  Deep, 
And  made  ih^  Waves  their  Walls. 

6  The  Waters  faw  Thee,  mighu  God, 

The  Waters  law  Thee  come  ;  Back- 


P  S  J[  L  M   LXXVUI.         151 

Backward  th^y  fled,  and  frighted  flood. 
To  make  thine  Armies  Room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  Journey  through  the  Sea,. 

Thy  Fo®tfl:eps,  Lord,  unknown  5 
Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  Way 
That  brings  thy  Mercies  down. 

8  [Thy  Voice  with  Terror  in  the  Sound 

Thro'  Clouds  and  Darknefs  broke  : 
All  Heav'n  in  Lightning  flione  around, 
And  Earth  with  Thunder  fliook. 

9  Thine  Arrows  thro'  the  Skies  were  hurl'd. 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprize  and  Trembling  feiz'd  the  Worlds 
And  his  own  Saints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  Water  from  the  Rock ; 

And  fafe  by  Mofes'  Hand 
Thro'  a  dry  Defart  led  his  Flock 
Home  to  thepromis'd  Land.] 

Psalm  LXXVIIL  Firji Part. 

Frovidence  of  GOD  recorded ;  or  pious  Education  and 
InJiruSlion  of  Children. 

1  T  ET  Children  hear  the  mighty  Deeds 
-*-'  Which  God  perform'd  of  old  ; 
Which  in  our  younger  Years  we  faw, 

>    And  which  our  Fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  Glories  known  ; 

His  Works  of  Power  and  Grace  i 
And  we'll  convey  his  Wonders  down 
Through  every  nfmg  Race, 

3  Ou'  Lips  fliall  tell  them  to  our  Sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  Generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  Heirs.       4  Thui 


o 


15^4      P  S  ^  L  M  LXXVIII. 

4  Thus  (hall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  Hope  fecurely  (lands. 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  Works, 
But  pra(5tife  his  Commands. 
Psalm    LXXVIII.     Second  Part, 
Iftaers  Rebellion  and  Pumjhment ;    or.  The  Sins  anh 
Chajiijements  of  GOD' s  People. 
What  a  ftiff  rebellious  Houfc 
Was  Jacob's  ancient  Race  ! 
Falfe  to  their  own  moft  folcmn  Vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  Grace. 

2  They  broke  the  Covenant  of  his  Love, 

And  did  his  Laws  defpife. 
Forgot  the  Works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  PowV  before  their  Eyes. 

3  They  faw  the  Plagues  on  Egypt  light 

From  his  revenging  Hand  : 
What  dreadful  Tokens  of  his  Might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  Land. 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  Sea, 

And  march'd  with  Safety  through. 
With  watry  Walls  to  guard  their  Way,, 
^ill  they  had  'fcap'd  the  Foe. 

5  A  wondrous  Pillar  mark'd  the  Road, 
^         Cotnpos'd  of  Shade  and  Light ; 

By  Day  it  prov'd  a  IheltVing  Gloud,. 

A  leading  Fire  by  Night. 
He  from  the  Rock  their  Thirfl  fupplyld  i 
5         The  gufliing  Waters  fell, 
And  ran  in  Rivers  by  their  Side, 
A  conftant  Miracle. 
7  Yet  they  provokM  the  Lord  moft  High, 
And  dar'd  dilUuft  his  Hand  - 

Can 


PSALM  LXXVIIL        153 

<«  Can  hs  with  Bread  our  Hoft  fuppty 
«  Amldji  this  Dejart  Land  r 
8  The  Lord  with  Indignation  heard, 
And  caus'd  his  Wrath  to  flame  : 
His  Terrors  ever  ftand  prepared 
To  vindicate  his  Name. 

Psalm  LXXVIII.  Second  Part. 
7he  Punifhment  of  Luxury  and  Intemperance ;  or, 
Chaftifement  and  Salvation. 

1  X  TT  THEN  Ifrael  fins,  the  Lord  reproves, 

^^    And  fills  their  Hearts  with  Dread  j 
Yet  he  forgives  the  Men  he  loves. 
And  fends  them  heavenly  Bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  Hand, 

And  made  his  Treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  Midnight-Ciouds  Command 
To  pour  Provilion  down. 

3  The  Manna  like  a  Morning  Show'r 

Lay  thick  around  their  Feet ; 
The  Corn  of  Heaven,  fo  light,  fo  pure  5 
As  tho*  'twere  Angels  Meat. 

4  But  they  in  murmuring  Language  faid, 

"  Manna  is  all  our  Feaft  j 
**  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  Bread  5 
**  We  mufthave  Flefh  to  tafte. 

5  "  Tejhall  have  Flejh  to  pkafeyour  Lufl^' 

The  Lord  in  Wrath  reply'd. 
And  fent  them  Quails  like  Sand  or  Duft^ 
Heap*d  up  from  Side  to  Side. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  Defire  ; 

Ana  greedy  as  they  fed. 
His  Vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  Firej 
Andfmote  the  Rebels  dead, 

7  When 


154        PSALM    LXXVIII. 

7  When  fome  were  fiain  the  reft  return'd. 

And  fought  the  Lord  with  Tears; 
Under  the  Rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd. 
But  foon  forgot  their  Fears. 

8  Oft  he  chaftis^d,  and  ftill  forgave, , 

'Till  by  his  gracious  Hand 
The  Nation  he  refolv'd  to  favc 
Poflefs'd  the  promis'd  Land. 
Psalm  LXXVJIL  Ver.32,c5'^.  Fourth  Part, 
Backfliding  and  Forgivenefs  ;  or.   Sin  punijh'd  and 
Saints  faved, 

1  /^REAT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
^-^  By  turns  thine  Anger,  and  thy  Love  ? 
There  in  a  Glafs  our  Hearts  may  lee 
How  fickle  and  hew  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faith lefs  Jeivs  forgot 
The  dreadful  Wonders  God  had  wrought ! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  Face, 
"Nor  fear  his- Power,  nor  truft  his  Grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  Years  in  Pain, 
And  made  their  Travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  March  through  unknown  Ways 
Wore  out  their  Strength,  and  fpent  their  Days, 

4  Ott  when  they  faw  their  Brethren  flam, 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again  j 
Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode. 
Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 

5  Their  Pray'rs  and  Vows  before  hhn  raife 
As  flattering  Words  or  folemn  Lies, 
W'hile  their  rebeUious  Tempers  prove 
FaJfe  to  his  Cov'nant  and  his  Love. 

6  Yet  did  his  fovereign  Grace  forgive 
1  he  Men  wiw  noi  deferv'd  to  Jive  ,  Hi^ 


PSALM  LXXX.  155 

His  Anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 
Orelfe  with  gentle  Flame  it  burn'd. 
7  He  faw  their  Flefh  was  weak  and  frail. 
He  faw  Temptations  llill  prevail  : 
The  God  of  Ahrahain  lov'd  them  ftill. 
And  \^<^  them  to  his  holy  Hill. 
Psalm  LXXX. 
T'he  Church's  Prayer  under  /lffli£lion  ;  or,  T^he  Vine- 
yard of  GOD .  wajtei. 

1  /^REAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael 

^-^  Who  didii  between  the  Cherubs  dwell,. 
And  lead  the  Tribes,  thy  chofen  Sheep, 
Safe  through  the  Defart  and  the  Deep  : 

2  Thy  Church  is  in  the  Befart  now, 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  thro'  j 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  Love  reftore, 

We  fnall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heavenly  hods  obey. 
How  long  (hall  we  lament  and  pray  ? 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kmd  Return  ? 
How  long  fliall  thy  iierce  Anger  burn  ? 

4.  Infiead  of  Wine  and  chearful  Bread 
Thy  Saints  v/ith  their  own  Tears  are  fed  j 
Turn  us  to  Thee,  thy  Love  reftore. 
We  riiali  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 
Pause    L 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  Hands 
A  lovely  Vine  in  Heathen  Lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  Power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  Dews  enrich  the  Ground  ? 

S  How  did  the  fpreading  Branches  fhoot. 
And  blefs  the  Nations  with  the  Fruit  ; 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 

■  Thy  mourning  Vine,  that  lovely  Tree.  7 


156        PSALM   LXXXI. 

7  Why  is  its  Beauty  thus  dcfac'd  ; 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  Fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  Foes  againft  her  join. 
And  every  Beaft devours  the  Vine. 

8  Return,  Almighty  God,  return  ; 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  Vineyard  mourn  :    ' 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  Love  reftore. 
We  ftiall  be  fav'd  and  frgh  no  more. 

Pause  II. 

9  Lord,  when  this  Vme  in  Canaan  grew. 
Thou  wait  its  Strength  and  GloryNtQO  I 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  Foes, 
Till  the  fair  Branch  of  Prcmife  rofe* 

10  Fair  Branch,  crdain'd  of  old  to  flioot 
From  David's  Stock,  frort):  Jacob's  Root; 
Himfelt  a  noble  Vine,  and  we 
The  kfler  Branches  of  the  Tree  : 

1 1  ''I  is  thy  own  Son  ;  and  he  fhall  ftand 
Girt  wilh  thy  Strength  at  thy  Right  hand  ; 
Thy  firft-born  Son,  acjorn'd  and  blcft 
With  Power  and  Grace  above  the  reft, 

12  O  !  for  his  fake  attend  our  Cry, 
Shine  on  thy  Cnurches  left  they  die  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  Love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

Psalm  LXXXL    1,8—16. 
Thi  Warning  of  GOD  to  his  People  ;  or,  Spiritual 
Blejfmgs  and  Punijhment» 
[ING  to  the  Lord  ^loud. 
And  make  a  joyful  Noife  ; 
God  is  our  Strength,  our  Saviour  God  j 
Let  Jfrael  hear  his  Vpice. 

2  "  Froir 


S' 


PSALM  LXXXII.  157 

2  "  From  vile  Idolatry 

"  Preferve  my  Worfhip  clean  j 
"lam  the  Lord  who  fet  thee  free 
"  From  Slavery  and  Sin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  Defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well ; 
*'  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  Goi>, 
."  If  ^rW  will  rebel  5 

4  "  ril  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord, 

"  To  their  own  Lufts  a  Prey, 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dangerous  Roadj 
"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  Way. 

5  Yet  O  I  that  all  my  Saints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  Voice  f 
•*  Soon  1  would  eafe  their  fore  Complaint^P 
"  And  bid  their  Hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  deftroy  their  Foes, 

<'  Fd  richly  feed  my  Flock, 
And  they  ihail  tafte  the  Stream  that  fiows 
^^  From  their  eternal  Rock.** 

Psalm  LXXXII. 
GOD  the fiipr erne  Governor  ;  or,  Magiflraies  warned, 

1  AMONG  th'AfTemblies  of  the  Great 
^^  A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  Seat  ; 
The  God  of  Heaven  as  Judge  furveys 
Thofe  Gods  on  Earth  and  all  their  Vv^ays. 

2  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  Laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  Caufe  ? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  Poor, 
That  Sinners  vex  the  Saints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  : 
Dark  are  the  Ways  in  which  they  go  ; 

Their 


A 


V153     PSALM    LXXXIII. 

Their  Name  of  earthly  Gods  is  vain, 
For  they  (hall  fall  and  die  like  Men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son  ; 
PofTefs  hisuniverfal  Throne, 
And  rule  the  Nations  with  his  Rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  He  our  God. 

,  P  s  A  L  M  LXXXIII.   ^ 
A  Complaint  again/}' Per fecutors, 

ND  will  the  God  of  Grace 
Perpetual   S.lence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  Juftice  hold  h's  Peace, 

And  let  his   Vengeance  ileep  ? 
Behold,  what  curfed  Snares 

The  Men  of  Mifchief  fpread  : 
The  Men  that  hate  thy  Saints  and  Thee 
Lift  up  their  threat'ningHead. 

Againft  thy  hidden  Ones 

Their  Counfcls  they  employ. 
And  Malice  with  her  watchful  Eye 

Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

The  Noble  and  the  Bafe 

Into  thy  Paftures  leap  ; 
The  Lion  and  the  ftupid  Afs 

Confpire  to  vex  thy  Sheep. 

"  Come,  let  us  join,  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them  from  the  Ground, 

"  Till  not  the  Name  of  Saints  remain, 
"  Nor  Mem'ry  (hall  be  found.'' 

Awake,  Almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  Wrath  to  mind  ; 
Give  them  like  Forefls  to  the  Fire, 

Or  Stubble  to  the  Wind. 

7  Con- 


P'  S  A  L  M  LXXXIV.  15^ 

1  Convince  their  Madnefs,  Lord, 
And  make  them  feek  thy  Name  : 

Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  Ra2;e  confound. 
That  they  mav  die  in  Shame. 
I  Then  (hall  the  Nations  know 
That  glorious  dreadful  Word, 

Jehovah  is  thy  Name  alone, 
And  thou  the  Sovereign  Lord. 
Psalm  LXXXIV.  Firji  Part.  Long  Metre. 

The  Plea  jure  of  Publick  WorJJjip. 
I  TTOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 

-"   O  Lord  of  Hofts,  thy  Dwellings  are  ! 

With  long  Delire  my  Spirit  faints 

To  meet  th'  AlTemblies  of  thy  Saints, 
t  My  Flefh  would  reft  in  thine  Abode, 

My  panting  Heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 

My  God  !  my  King  !  why  fhould  I  be 

So  far  from  all  my  Joys  and  Thee  ? 
I  The  Sparrow  chufes  where  to  reft". 

And  for  her  Young  provides  her  Neft  ; 

But  will  my  God  to  Sparrows  grant. 

That  Pleafure.  which  his  Children  want  ? 
.  Bleftare  the  Saints  who  fit  on  high 

Around  thy  Throne  of  Majefty  ; 

Thy  brighteft  Glories  fhine  above. 

And  all  their  Work  is  Praife  and  Love. 
;  Bleil  are  the  Souls  that  find  a  Place 

Within  the  Temple  of  thy  Grace  ; 

There  they  behold  thy  gentler  Ravs, 

And  feek  thy  Face,  and  learn  thy  Praife. 

Bleft  are  the  Men  ^whofe  Hearts  are  fet 

To  find  the  Way  to  Zion's  Gate  ; 

God  is  their  Strength  ;  and  thro'  the  Road 

They  lean  upon  their  Helper  God.  7 


i6o        P  S  ^  L  M  LXXXIV. 

7  Chearful  they  walk  with  growing  Strength, 
'Till  all  (hall  meet  in  Heaven  at  length, 
'Till  all  before  thy  Face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  Worfhip  there. 

Psalm  LXXXIV.  Sei:ond  Part,  Long  Metre, 
GOD  and  his  Church  ;  or,  Grace  and  Ghy, 

1  /^REAT  God,  attend  while  Zhn  fings 

^^  The  Joy  that  from  thy  Prefence  fprings  ; 
To  fpend  one  Day  with  Thee  on  Earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  Days  of  iVlirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  Place 
Within  thy  Houfe,  O  God  of  Grace, 
Not  Tents  of  Eafe,  nor  Thrones  of  Power 
Should  tempt  my  P'eet  to  leave  thy  Door. 

3  God  is  our  Sun,  he  makes  our  Day  ; 
God  is  our  iJhield,  he  guards  our  Way 
From  all  th*  Aflaults  of  Hell  and  Sin, 
From  Foes  without  and  Foes  within. 

4  All  needful  Grace  will  God  beftow. 
And  crown  that  Grace  with  Glory  too ! 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  with-holds 
No  real  Good  from  upright  Souls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fovereign  Sway 
The  glorious  Hofis  of  Heaven  obey. 
And  Devils  at  thy  Prefence  flee, 
Bleft  is  the  Man  that  trufts  in  thee. 
Psalm  LXXXIV.     Ver.  i,  4»  ^  3i  !©• 

Paraphrased  in  Cemmon  Metre. 
Delight  in  Ordinances  of  Worjhip  j  or,  GOD  prefent 

in  his  Churches. 
X  \^Y  Soul,  how  lovely  is  the  Place 
^^  To  which  thy  God  rcforts  ! 
'Tis  Heaven  to  fee  his  fmiling  Face, 
Tho*  in  his  earthly  Courts.  2  There 


P  S  ^  L  M  LXXXIV.       i6i 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  Skies 

His  faving  Pow'r  difplays, 
And  Light  breaks  in  upon  our  Eyes, 
With  kind  and  quickning  Rays. 

3  With  his  rich  Gifts  the  heavenly  Dcve^ 

Defcends  and  fills  the  Place, 
While  Chri/i  reveals  his  wondrous  Love, 
And  (heds  abroad  his  Grace, 

4  There,  mighty  0*005  thy  Words  declare 

The  Secrets  of  thy  Will ; 
And  ftill  we  feek  thy  Mercies  there, 
And  fing  thy  Praifes  ftill. 
Pau5E. 

5  My  Heart  and  Flefh  cry  out  for  thee. 

While  far  from  thine  Abode  ; 
When  ihall  I  tread  thy  Courts,  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

6  The  Sparrov^  builds  herfelf  aNeft, 

And  fuffers  no  Remove  ; 
O  make  me  like  the  Sparrows,  bleft. 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  Day  beneath  thine  Eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  Voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  Eternity 
Employed  in  carnal  Joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  Threfhold  I  would  wait 

While  Jefus  is  within. 
Rather  than  fill  a  Throne  of  State, 
Or  live  in  Tents  of  Sin. 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  Land, 

And  the  more  boundiefs  Sea, 
or  one  bleft  Hour  at  thy  Right-hand 
I'd  give  them  both  a  way. 

Psalm 


1 62        P  S  A  L  MLXXXI-V, 

P  s  A  L-M  LXXXIV.     As  the  148^/;  Pfalm. 
Longing  for  the  Houfe  of  GOD » 

1  T   ORD  of  the  Worlds  above, 
^^  How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  Dwellings  of  thy  Love, 
Thy  earthly  Temples  are. 

To  thine  abode 
My  Heart  afpires 
With  warm  Defires 
To  fee  my  God. 

2  The  Sparrow  for  her  Young 
With  Pleafure  feeks  a  Neft, 
And  wandring  Swallows  long- 
To  find  their  wonted  Reft  s 

My  Spirit  faints 
With  equal  Zeal 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  Saints. 

3  O  happy  Souls  that  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  Men  that  pay 
Their  confiant  Service  there  \ 

They  praife  Thee  ftill  ; 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  Way 
To  Zions  Hill. 

4  They  go  from  Strength  to  Strength^ 
Thro' this  dark  Vale  of  Tears, 
*  Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  each  in  Heav'n  appears  : 

O  glorious  Seat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  wilhng  Feet  ? 

P  A  U  S  E4 


PSALM  LXXXV.         163 

Pause. 
J  To  fpend  one  facred  Day 
Where  God  and  Saints  abide  : 
Affords  diviner  Joy 
Tiian  thoufand  Days  befide. 

Where  God  reforts 

I  love  it  more 

To  keep  the  Door 

Than  (bine  in  Courts. 
)  God  is  our  Sun  ^.nd  Shield, 
Our  Light  and  our  Defence  ;    _ 
With  Gifts  his  Hands  are  iill'd. 
We  drew  our  BlelTings  thence  s 

He  fliall  beftow 

On  Jacob's.  Race 

Peculiar  Grace 

And  Glory  too. 
•  The  Lord  his  People  loves  ; 
His  Hand  no  Good  with-holds 
From  thofe  his  Heart  approves 5 
From  pure  and  pious  Souls  : 

Thrice  happy  he, 

O  God  of  Hofts, 

Whofe  Spirit  trufts 

Alone  in  thee. 
Psalm  LXXXV,  Ver.  i-S.     FirJIParL 
Vaitingfor  an   Anfwcr  to  Pray 67'  ;  or,  Deliver a?ice 
begun  and  compleated. 
T  ORD,  thou  hall  call'd  thy  Grace  to  mind, 
•*^  Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  Doom  : 
So  God  forgave  v/iien  Ifrael  fmn'd. 
And  brought  his  v^^andring  Captives  home. 
Thou  haft   begun  to  fet  us  free. 
And  made  thy  fierceft  Wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  Hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  Salvation  be  compleat,      H       3  Rg-. 


3  Revive  our  d^'irig  Graces,  Lord, 
And  Jet  thy  Saints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  Truth,  fultill  thy  Word  : 
We  wait  for  Praife  to  tune  our  Voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  give  his  People  Peace  : 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 

Left  his  returning  Wratli  increafe. 
P  s  A  L  M  LXXXV.  Ver^jflBic.  Second  Part, 
Salvation  by  Cllrin:. 
J   O  Alvation  is  for  ever  nigh 

*^  The  Souls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  ; 
And  Grace  defcending  from  on  high 
Frefli  Hopes  of  Glory  (hall  afford. 
I  Mercy  and  Truth  on  Earth  are  met, 
Since  Chrill:  the  Lord  came  down  fromHeaven 
By  his  Obedience  fo  compleat 
Juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  Peace  is  given. 
>  Now  Truth  and  Honour  fnall  abound. 
Religion  dwell  en  Earth  again, 
And  heavenly  Influence  blefs  the  Ground 
in  our  Redeemer's  gentle  Reign. 
.  His  Righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  Accefs  to  God  ; 
Our  wand'ring  Feet  fhall  flray  no  more. 
But  mark  his  Steps,  and  keep  the  Road. 
Psalm  LXXXVL     Ver.  8—13. 
A  general  Song  of  Praife  to  GOD, 

A  Mong  the  Princes,  earthly  Gods,  \ 

'^^     There's  none  hath  Power  divine  •  | 

Nor  is  their  Nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  Works  like  thine. 

2  Th( 


PSA  LM  LXXXVIL         165 

The  Nations,  thou  haft  made,  Ihall  bring 

Their  Offerings  round  thy  Throne  ; 
For  thou  alone  doft  wondrous  Things, 

For  thou  art  God  alone. 
Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  Feet ; 
Teach  me  thine  heavenly  Ways, 
And  my  poor  fcatter'd  Thoughts  unite 

In  God  my  Father's  Praife. 
Great  is  thy  Mercy,  and  my  Tongue 

Shall  thole  Tweet  Wonders  tell. 
How  by  thy  Grace  my  finking  Soul 
Rofe  from  the  Deeps  of  Hell. 
Psalm  LXXXVIL 
he  Church  the  Birth  Place  of  the  Saints  ;  or,  Jews 

^?2// Gentiles  united  in  the  Chrijlian  Churchy 
^OD  in  his  earthly  Temple  lays 
^-^  Foundations  for  his  heavenly  Praife  : 
He  likes  the  Tents  of  Jacob  v-:z\\-^ 
But  ftill  in  Z/^;2  loves  to  dwell. 
His  Mercy  vifits  every  Houfe 
That  pay  their  Night  and  Morning  Vovv'S  ' 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  Stay 
Vv  here  Churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 
What  Glories  v/ere  .defcrib'd  of  old  ? 
What  V/onders  are  of  Zion  told  ? 
Thou  City  of  our  God  belovv^, 
Thy  Fame  Ihall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 
Egypt  and  Tyre^  and  Greek  and  JevOy 
Shall  there  begin  their  Lives  anew  : 
Angels  and  Men  fhall  join  to  fing 
The  Hill  where  Living-waters  fpring. 
When  God  makes  up  his  laft  Accoi^nt 
Of  Natives  in  his  holy  Mount, 

H  2  -  'Ts^i: 


1 66         P  SAL  M    LXXXIX. 

'Twill  be  an  Honour  to  appear 
As  one  new-born  or  nouriih'd  there  ! 
Psalm  LXXXIX.  Firfi  Part.  Long  Metre. 
The  Covenant  made  with  Chrijl  ;  or,  The  ^rtt^David, 

1  I7OR  ever  fliall  my  Song  record 

-*■     The  Truth  and  Mercy  of  the  Lord  : 
Mercy  and  Truth  for  ever  ftand 
Like  Heaven  eftabhfh'd  by  his  Hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware,  and  faid, 
"With  thee  my  Cov'nant  hrft  is  made  3 
In  thee  ihall  dying  Sinners  hve  ; 


Glory  and  Grace  are  thine  to  give. 


Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Priefl ; 
Thy  Children  ftiall  be  ever  bleft  ; 
Thou  art  my  chofen  King  :  Thy  Throne 
Shall  fland  eternal  like  my  own. 
There's  none  of  all  my  Sons  above 
So  much  my  Iniage  or  my  Love  ; 
Celeftial  Powers  thy  Subjeds  are, 
Then  what  can  Earth  to  thee  compare  r 
Daz'id,  my  Servant,  whom  I  chofe, 
To  guard  my  Flock,  to  crufli  my  Foes, 
^-   And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifi  Throne, 
*    *'  Was  but  a  Shadow  of  my  Son. 

6  Now  let  tfie  Church  rejoice  and  fing, 

y^fis  her  Saviour  and  her  King  :  J 

Angels  his  heavenly  Wonders  Ihow,  " 

A.nd  Saints  declare  his  Works  below, 

P  s  A  L  M  LXXXIX.  FirftPart.  Common  Metre' 
TheFakhJulnefs  of  GOD. 

1  \4'Y  never-ceafmg  Songs  (hall  (how 
^^   The  Mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 


P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIX.         167 

And  make  fucceeding  Ages  know 
How  taithfui  is  his  Word. 
L  The  facred  Truths  his  Lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  Heaven  endure  5 
And  if  he  fpeak  a  Promife  once, 
Th' eternal  Grace  is  lure. 

•  How  long  the  Race  of /)^i'/i held 
The  promis'd  Jew'iJJ^  Throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  Covenant  feal'd  _ 
To  David's  greater  Son, 

,  His  Seed  for  ever  (liall  poiTefs 
A  Throne  above  the  Skies  ; 
The  meaneft  Subjedl  of  his  Grace 
Shall  to  that  Glory  rife. 
;  Lord  GoDofHofts,  thy  wondrous  Ways 
Are  fung  by  Saints  above  ; 
And  Saints  on  Earth  their  Honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  Love. 
Psalm  LXXXIX;  7,  &c.  Second  Part. 
The  Power  and  Majejly  of  GOD  j  or,  Reveretitial ' 
IVorJhip. 
'^^ITH  Reverence  let  the  Saints  appear^ 
^^    And  bow  befo-re  the  Lord, 
His  high  Commands  with  Reverence  hear. 

And  tremble  at  his  Word. 
How  terrible  thy  Glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  Armies  fhine  ! 
Where  is  the  Power  that  vies  with  thee  I 
I       Or  Truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 
The  Northen  Pole  and  Southern  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  Hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  Day  from  Eajl  to  We/i 
Move  round  at  thyCommand.  ' 

H  3  4.Ti7 


j6S         P  S  a  L'M    LXXXIX. 

4  1  hy  V/ords  the  raging  Wind  controul, 

And  rule  the  boilierous  Deep  : 
Thou  mak'rt  the  lleeping  Billows  roll, 
'•^he  rolling  Billows  fieep. 

5  Heaven,  Esrth,  and  Air,  and  Sea  are  thine^    5 

And  the  Dark  World  of  Hell  ; 
Kov>  did  thine  Arm  in  Vengeance  flnne 
When  Egypt  durd  rebel  ! 

6  Juuice  and  Judgment  are  thy  Throne, 

Yet  wondrous  is  thy  Grace': 
While  Truth  and  Mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  Face. 
Psalm  LXXXIX.   15,  &c.  Third  Part. 
J  Bhfia  Gtfpel 
I   "DLEST  are  tlie Souls  that  hear  and  know     t 
^  The  Gofpei's  joyful  Sound  !  ^ 

Peace  fhall  attend  the  Path  they  go, 
And  Light  tlieir  St£ps  furround. 
rheir  Joy  \hz\\  besr  their  Spirits  up 

Thro'  their.  Redeemer's  Name  j 
! '  >  Rjghtcoufnefs  exalts  their  Hope, 

SQxSai<^f2  dares  condenin. 
The  J>ordour  Glory  and  Defence 

Htrcnsth  and  Salvation  gives  : 
/  '^ '.-',  tijy  King  for  ever  reigns, 

^'  ' '.y  ^  f'-* ^  ^^^^'  e v er  li ves .  j 

y  ^-  A  ].  AT  LXXXIX.   19,  &c.  Fourth  Pari.    \ 

'-..    •;;-      A-l^diatorial  K:ngao7n-\  or.  His  divine  ant 

human  Nature. 
I    OEAR  v.hatthe  Lord  in  Vifion  faic' 
-^-^   And  made  his  Mercy  known  : 
"  Sinndrs,  behold,  your  Help  is  laid 
^*  On  my  Almighty  Son. 

2  Bei'.oit 


PSALM  LXXXIX.         169 

Behold  the  Man  my  Wifdom  chofe 

Among  your  mortal  Race  : 
His  Head  my  holy  Oil  o'erflows, 

The  Spirit  of  my  Grace. 
High  (liall  he  reign  on  Diwid's  Throne, 

K4y  People's  better  King  ; 
My  Arm  rfiaii  beat  his  Rivals  down, 
'        And  ftill  new  Subjeds  bring. 
%  My  Truth  fliall  guard  him  in  his  Way 
With  Mercy  by  his  Side, 
While  in  my  -Slame  thro'  Earth  and  Sea 
He  fhall  in  Triumph  ride. 
5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 
i        He  fhall  for  ever  own. 
Call  me  his  Rock,  his  high  Abode, 
And  Vil  fupport  my  Son. 
b  My  firft-born  Son  arra)M  in  Grace, 
At  my  Right-hand  jhall  fit ; 
Beneath  him  Angels  know  their  Place, 
And  Monarchs  at  his  Feet. 
7  My  Covenant  {lands  for  ever  faft, 
My  Promiles  are  flrong  ; 
Firm  as  the  Heavens  his  Throne  fliall  lafl, 
His  Seed  endure  as  long. 
Psalm  LXXXIX.  30,  &c.  Fifth  Part. 
The  Covenant    of  Grace  unchangeable  'y  or,  Affilclkn 

vjithout  Reje^ion. 
[  VET  (faith  the  Lord)  li David's  Race, 
The  Children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  Laws,  abulemy  Grace, 
And  tempt  mdne  A.nger  dov^'n. 
>  Their  Sins  Pil  vidt  with  the  Rod,, 
And  make  their  Folly  fmart  i. 

H  4  .  But 


i-jo         P  S  ^  L  M    LXXXIX. 

But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from  my  Truth  depart. 

3  My  Covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke. 

But  keep  my  Grace  in  Mind  ; 
And  what  eternal  Love  hath  fpoke. 
Eternal  Truth  {hali  bind. 

4  Once  have  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  more) 

And  pledg'd  my  Holinefs, 
To  leal  the  facred  Promife  fure 
To  David  and  his  Race. 

5  The  Sun  fhall  lee  his  Offspring  rife 

And  fpread  from  Sea  to  Sea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  Skies 
To  give  the  Nations  Day. 

6  Sure  as  the  Moon  that  rules  the  Night 

His  Kingdom  Ihall  endure. 
Till  the  fix'd  Laws  of  Shade  and  Light 

Shall  be  oblerv'd  no  more. 

P  3  A  L  u  LXXXIX.  47,  &c.    Sixth  Paru 

Long  Metre. 

Mortality  and  Hope, 

A  Funeral  Pfalm. 

i  "p  Emember,  Lord,  our  mortal  State, 
-*^  How  frail  our  Life,  hov^'  fhort  the  Date  ! 
Where  is  the  Man  that  dravs's  his  Breath 
Safe  from  Difeafe,  fecure  from  Death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  Nations  die, 
Our  Fiefh  and  Senfc  repine  and  cry, 
«<  Muft  Death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ! 
^'  Or  haft  thou  made  Mankind  in  vain  ?'* 

J  Where  is  thy  Promife  to  the  Juft  ? 
Are  not  th  '  Servants  lurn'd  to  Duft  ? 

But 


PSALM    LXXXIX.  Ill 

But  Faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  Sighs, 
And  fees  the  keeping  Dud  arife. 
\.  That  glorious  Hour,  that  dreadful  Day 
Wipes  the  Reproach  of  Saints  away. 
And  clears  the  Honour  of  thy  Word  : 
Awake  our  Souls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 
Psalm  LXXXIX.  47,  &c.  Laji  Part.  As  the 
113/^  Pfalm. 
Life^  Deaths  and  the  Refurre^ion, 

1  ^HINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  Man  ; 

-*-    How  few  his  Hours  !  how  fhort  his  Span  ! 

Short  from  the  Cradle  to  the  Grave  : 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  Breath 
Againfl  the  bold  Demands  of  Death 

With  Skill  to  fly,  or  Power  to  fave  ? 

2  Lord,  (hall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 

"  The  Race  of  Man  was  only  made 

"  For  Sicknefs,  Sorrov/,  and  the  Duft  '7 
Are  not  thy  Servans  Day  by  Day 
Sent  to  their  Graves,  and  turn'd  to  Glay  ? 

Lord,  Where's  thy  Kindnefs  to  the  Juft  I 
Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
,  And  all  his  Seed  a  heavenly  Crown  ? 

But  Flefli  and  Senfe  indulge  Defpair  i 
For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
That  Faith  can  read  his  holy  Word, 

And  find  a  Refurredicn  there. 

.  For  ever  blelTed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  Saints  a  long  Reward, 

For  all  their  Toil,  Reproach  and  Pain  3 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above. 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  Love, 

And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amn^ . 

.  H    5  '      V  S  A  L-M 


172  P  S  ^  L  M    XC. 

Psalm  XC.     Long  Metre. 
Man  Mortal^  and  GOD  EternaL 
A  mournful  Song  at  a  Funeral. 
I  npHro'  every  Age,  eternal  God, 

-^     Thou  art  cur  Re(i,  our  fafe  Abode  : 
High  was  thy  Throne  e'er  Heaven  was  made. 
Or  Earth  thy  humbJe  Foot-ftool  laid.     ' 
:  Long  hadft  thou  reign'd  e'er  Time  began. 
Or  Duft  was  falhion'd  to  a  Man  ; 
And  long  thy  Kingdom  Oiall  endure 
When  Earth  and  Time  fhall  be  no  more. 

3  But  Man,  weak  Man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  Guilt  and  Vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  Sentence  Lord,  was  jufl", 
*■'  Return^  ye  Sinners^  io  your  Dufty 

4  ['A  thoufand  of  our  Years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  Day  in  thine  Account, 
Like  Yefterday's  departed  Liglit  ; 
Or  the  laft  Watch  of  ending  Night. 

Pause. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  Stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  Life's  a  Dream : 
An  empty  Tale  ;  a  Morning  Flow'r 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  Hour. 

6  [Our  Arie  to  feventy  Years  is  fet  ;  . 

How  fliort  the  Time  !  how  frail  the  State  ! 
And  if  to  Eighty  we  arrive,  ^ 

We  rather  figh  and  groan,  than  live.  \ 

7  But  O  how  oft  thy  Wrath  appears. 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  Years  ! 

Thy  Wrath  awakes  our  hun.b'e  I^iead  : 
We  fear  ihaV:  Power  that  ftrikes  us  dead.] 

8  Teach 


P  S  A  L  M    XC.  17- 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  hov/  frail  is  Man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  Spun, 
'Till  a  wife  Care  of  Piety 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  Thee. 

Psalm  XC.  1--5.  Firji  Part.  Common  Metre^ 
Man  frail ^  and  GOD  eiemal, 

1  (^UR  God,  our  Help  in  Ages  pafi:^ 
^^  Our  Hope  for  Years  to  come. 
Our  Shelter  from  the  ftormy  Blaft, 

And  our  eternal  Home. 

2  Under  the  Shadow  of  thy  Throne 

Thy  Saints  have  dwelt  fecure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  Arm  alone^ 

And  our  Defence  is  fure. 
13  Before  the  Hills  in  order  flood, 
I         Or  Earth  receiy'd  her  Frame, 
From  Everlafting  thou  art  God, 

To  endlefs  Years  the  fame. 
Thy  Word  commands  our  Fkih  to  Duitj 

Return  ye  Sons  of  Men : 
All  Nations  rofe  from  Earth  at  firil, 

And  turn  to  Earth  again. 
A  thoufand  Ages  in  thy  Sight 

Are  like  an  Evening  gone  j 
Short  as  the  Watch  that  ends  the  Night 

Before  the  rifmg  Sun. 
[The  bufy  Tribes  of  Flefli  and  Blood 

With  all  their  Lives  and  Cares 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  Floodj 

And  loft  in  following  Years. 
Time,  like  an  ever-rolhng  Stresm^ 

Bears  all  its  Sons  away  j 


174  PSALM    XC 

They  fiy,  forgotten,  as  a  Dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  Day. 

8  Like  ftowVy  Fields  the  Nations  Hand 

Pleas'd  with  the  Morning;  Light  ; 
The  Flowers  beneath  the  Mower's  Hand 
Lie  withering  e'er  'tis  Night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  Help  in  Ages  paft. 

Our  Hope  for  Years  to  come, 
Ee  thou  our  Guardi  while  Troubles  laft. 

And  our  eternal  Home. 

Psalm  XC.  8,  1 1,  2,  10,  12.     Second  Part, 

Common  Metre. 

Infirmities  and  Mortality  the  Effecl  of  Sin  ;  or  Life^ 

old  Jge,  and  Preparation  for  Death,. 

1  T   01^,  if  thine  Eyes  furvey  our  Faults, 
-*~^  Arid  Juflice  grows  fevere, 

Thy  dreadful  Wrath  exceeds  our  ThoughtS;> 
And  burns  beyond  our  Fear. 

2  Thine  Anger  turns  our  P>ame  to  Duft; 

By  one  Offence  to  thee, 
Jdivn^  with  all  his  Sons,  have  lof^ 
Their  Immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  Amufement  flies, 

A  Fable  or  a  Song  ; 
By  fwift  Degrees  our  Nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  Jq)s  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  Days  amount 

To  threefcore  Years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fliort  Account 

Is  Sorrow,  Toil,  and  Pain. 
t  [Our  Vitals  with  laborious  Strife 
V^     Bear  up  the  crazy  Load, 

nd  drag  thcfe  poor  Remains  of  Life 

Along  the  tirefome  Road.]  6  Al« 


P  S  ^  L  M  XC.  175- 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  Love, 

And  not  thy  Wrath  alone  : 
O  let  our  fweet  Experience  prove 
The  Mercies  of  thy  Throne. 

7  Our  Souls  would  learn  the  heavenly  Art 

T'  improve  the  Hours  we  have. 
That  we  may  ad  the  wifer  Part, 
And  live  beyond  the  Grave. 

Psalm  XC.  Ver.  i3,&c.  7hirdPart.  Cora.Metre. 

Breathing  after  Heaven, 

1  TJ  Eturn,  O  God  of  Love  return  ; 
*^  Earth  is  a  tirefome  Place  : 

How  long  fhallwe  thy  Children  mourr^ 
Our  Abfence  from  thy  Face  ? 

2  Let  Heaven  fucceed  our  painful  Years^ 

Let  Sin  and  Sorrow  ceafe. 
And  in  Proportion  to  our  Tears 

So  make  our  Joys  increafe. 
Thy  Wonders  to  thy  Servant  fhow. 

Make  thy  own  Work  compleat ; 
Then  ihall  our  Souls  thy  Glory  know. 

And  own  thy  Love  was  great. 

,  Then  fhall  we  fliine  before  thy  Throne 
In  all  thy  Beauty,  Lord  ; 
And'the  poor  Service  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  Reward. 
Psalm  XC.  Ver.  5,  lo,  12.     Short  Metre. 
The  Frailty  and  Shortnefs  of  Life, 
T  ORD,  what  a  feeble  Piece 
-*^  Is  this  our  mortal  Frame  ? 
Our  Life  how  poor  a  Trifle 'tis. 
That  fcarce  deferves  the.  Name  ! 

2  Alas; 


r  5  PSALM  XCL 

Mas,  the  brittle  Clay 

That  built  our  Bodyfirft  ! 
And  every  Month  and  every  Day 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  Duft. 

3  Our  Moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  Minutes  ftay  : 
Juft  like  a  Flood  our  hafty  Days 
•Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  Days  muft  fly. 

We'll  keep  their  End  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  Wifdom's  Way^ 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  Flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  Life's  tempeftuous  Sea ; 
Soon  we  (hall  reach  the  peaceful  Shore 
Of  bleft  Eternity. 
Psalm  XCI.  1-7.     Ftrjl  Pari. 
Safety  in  publtck  Difeajes  and  Dangers, 

1  "LJE  that  hath  made  his  Refuge  God, 
-*^  Shall  find  a  moft  fecure  Abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  Day  beneath  his  Shade, 
And  there  at  Night  Ihall  reft  his  Head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,  "  My  God,  thy  Power 
*'  Shall  be  my  Fortrefs  and  my  Tower  : 
"  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  Duft 

*'  Make  thine  Almighty  Arm  my  Truft." 

3  Thrice  happy  Man  !  Thy  Maker's  Care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  Fowler's  Snare  ^ 
Satan  the  Fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  Souls  a  thoufand  Ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  Hen  proteds  her  Brood, 
From  Birds  ot  Prey  that  feek  their  Blood, 
Under  her  Feathers,  fo  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  Arm  his  Pecpk's^Guard, 


^  ^  '  -  M  XCI.  ^77 

5  If  burnins;  Beams  ^  . 
Todarta^ertilentiafron  conlp'^re 

God  is  their  Life,  his  Wi.  fpread 

To  fhield  them  with  an  healFJ.  ^  Shade* 

6  If  Vapours  with  malignant  Breath 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  Midnight  Deatfci, 
//;W  is  fafe  :  The  poifoned  Air 
Grows  pure,  MJfrad's  God  be  there. 

Pause. 

7  What  though  a  thoufand  at  thy  Side, 
At  thy  Right- Hand  ten  thoufand  dy'd. 
Thy  God  his  chofen  People  faves 
Amongft  the  Dead,  amidil:  the  Graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  Angel  down 
To  make  his  Wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  ilew  their  Sons  j  his  careful  Eye 
Paft  all  the  Doors  of  'Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  Fire,  or  Plague,  or  Sword, 
Receive  Commiffion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  Saints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  Pains  and  Deaths  are  bleft. 

10  The  Sword,  the  Peftilence,  or  Fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  Defire  \ 
From  Sins  and  Sorrows  fet  them  free. 
And  bring  thy  Children,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Psalm  XCI.    9-.-16.    Second  Fart, 

ProieSflon  from  Deaths  Guard  of  Angels^  Vi^ory  and 

Deliverance, 

I  VT E  Sons  of  Men,  a  feeble  Race, 
*      ExposM  to  every  Snare, 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  Dwelling-place, 
^     And  try,  and  truft  his  Care. 

2  No 


'TwiiJ  faifl '- ^'^^''  ^"  ^''^^'' 
3  Be'iJ  Pive.'-^'^^Sels  Charge.to  keep 
YQ^^^eet  in  all  their  Ways  ; 
'T^'t^atch  your  Pillow  while  you  flcep^ 
And  guard  your  happy  Days. 

4  Their  Hands  fhali  bear  you,  leaft  you  fall 

And  da(h  agaiaft  the  Stones  : 

Are  they  not  Servants  at  his  Call, 

And  lent  t"  attend  his  Sons  ? 

5  Adders  and  Lions  ye  fhall  tread  ; 

The  Tempter's  Wiles  defeat  : 
He  that  hath  broke  the  Serpent's  Head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  Feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  tlieir  Love, 

"  I'll  fave  them,  (faith  the  Lord) 
''  I'll  bear  their  joyful  Souls  above 
*'  Deftrud^ion,  and  the  Sword. 

7  "  My  Grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call  ; 

"  In  Trouble  I'll  be  nigh  : 
''  My  Power  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
*'  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8  *^  Thofe  that  on  Earth  my  Name  have  known. 

"  I'll  honour  them  in  Heaven  ; 
^*  There  my  Salvation  fhall  be  fhown, 
"  And  endlefs  Life  be  given." 
Psalm  XCII.     FirJI  Part. 
A  Pjahn  for  the  Lord's- Day. 
I    CWEET  is  the  Work,  my  God,  my  King, 
*^   Lo  praife  thy  Name,  give  Thanks  and  fmg» 
To  fhew  thy  Love  by  Morning- lighr, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  Tr^th  at  Night. 


F  S  ^  JL  M    XCil.  179 

2  Sweet  is  the  Day  of  facred  refl. 

No  mortal  Cares  fhall  feize  my  Breaft, 
O  may  my  Heart  in  Tune  be  found 
Like  havid's  Harp  of  folemn  Sound  ! 

3  My  Heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  blefs  his  Works,  and  blefs  his  Word  ; 

Thy  Works  of  Grace  how  bright  they  (hine  ! 

How  deep  thy  Counfels  !  how  divine  ! 
4.  Fools  never  raife  their  Thoughts  fo  high  ; 

Like  Brutes  they  live,  likes  Brutes  they  die  5 

Like  Grafs  they  flouriih,  'till  thy  Breath 

Bkil  them  in  everlafting  Death. 
5  But  I  fnall  fhare  a  glorious  Part 

When  Grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  Heart, 

And  frefh  Supplies  of  Joy  are  ihed 

Like  holy  Oil  to  chear  my  Head. 
0  Sin  (my  worft  Enemy  before j 

Shall  vex  my  Eyes  and  Ears  no  more  : 

My  inward  Foes  ftiall  all  be  flain, 

Nor  S^ta?i  break  my  Peace  again. 
J  Then  (hall  I  fee  and  hear  and  know 

All  I  defir'd  or  wiOi'd  below  -, 

And  every  Power  find  fwcet  Employ] 

In  that  eternal  World  of  Joy. 

Psalm  XCII.  Ver.   12,  &c.  Seeond  Part, 
The  Church  is  the  Garden  0}  GOD, 
[   T   ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  Thmg  to  lland 

■*-^  In  Gardens  planted  by  thine  Hand  ; 

Let  me  within  thy  Courts  be  feen 

Like  a  young  Cedar^  freih  and  green. 
\  There  grow  thy  Saints  in  Faith  and  Love, 
Bleft  with  thine  Influence  from  above  \ 
Net  Lebanon  with  all  its  Trees 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  Sight  as,thefe»        3  The 


i8o         T  B  A  L  M   XCIII. 

3  The  Plants  of  Grace  Ihall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  Grace  mult  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  ail  Things  elfe  impair. 
Still  makes  them  flouri(h  ftrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  Fruits  of  Age  they  (hev/. 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juil,  and  true  ; 
None  that  attend  his  Gates  fnall  iind 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

Psalm  ^ClIL   ift  Metre.  As  the  lOOXhPfalm 
The  Eternal  and  Sovereign  GOD. 

1  ^Ehovah  reigns :  He  dwells  in  Light, 
J  Girded  witii  Majefiy  and  Might  : 
The  World  created  by  his  Hands 
Still  on  its  firft  Foundation  ftands. 

2  But  e*er  this  fpacious  World  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  Foundation  laid, 
Thy  Throne  eternal  Ages  flood, 
Thy  Self  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  Floods  the  angry  Nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  Rage  againfl  the  Skies  ; 
Vain  Fl{;ods,  that  aim  their  Rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  Rtluke  the  Billows  die. 

4  For  ever  Ihall  thy  Throne  endure  ; 
Thy  Promife  ftands  for  ever  fure  ; 
And  everlafting  Holinefs 
Becomes  the  Dwellings  of  thy  Grace. 

P  s  A  L  M  XCIIL  2dMetre.  As  the  old  ^oihPfalm^ 
1   HPHE  Lord  of  Glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  ; 

His  Robes  of  State  are  Strength  and  Majefty  : 
This  wide  Lreation  rofe  at  his  Ccnr>iT)and, 
Built  by  his  Word,  and  'It^blifh'd  by  his  Hand. 
Long  flood  his  Throne  e'r  he  brgan  Creation, 
And  his  owft  Godhead  is  the  lirm  Foundation. 

2  Gcd 


P  S^LM  XCIII.  i8i 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  King.     Thy  Foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  Rebellions  to  confound  thy  Reign  : 
In  vain,  the  Storms  ;  in  vain  the  Floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  Waves  againft  the  Skies  ; 
Foaming  at  Heaven  they  rage  with  wild  Commotion, 
Bat  Heaven's  high  Arches  Icorn  the  fwelling  Ocean, 

3  Ye  Tempeds  rage  no  more  ;  Ye  Floods  be  flili, 
And  the  mad  World  fubmilTive  to  his  Will  : 
Built  on  his  Truth  his  Church  mufl  ever  Hand  ; 
Firm  are  his  Prcmifes,  and  ftrong  his  Hand  -• 

See  his  own  Sons,  when  they  appear  before  him. 
Bow  at  his  Foo:-ftdol,  and  with  rear  adore  him. 

Psalm   XCIIL    ^d  Metre. 
Js  the  Old  I  lid  Pfabn, 

1  'TpHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

"■•      And  royal  State  maintains, 
His  Head  with  awful  Glories  crown'd  5 

ArrayM  in  Robes  of  Light, 

Begirt  with  fovereign  Might, . 
And  Rays  of  Majefly  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  Commands 

The  World  fecurely  ftands  ; 
And  Skies  and  Stars  obey  thy  Word  : 

Thy  Throne  was  fix'd  on  high 

Before  the  ftarry  Sky  j 
Eternal  is  thy  Kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noify  Croud, 

Like  Billows  "fierce  and  loud, 
Againil  thine  Empire  rage  and  roars 

In  vain  with  angry  Spite 

The  furly  Nations  fight. 
And  dadi  like  "Waves  againft  the  Shore. 

A  Let 


^2         PSALM   XCIY. 

^^Let  Floods  and  Nations  rage. 
And  all  their  Powers  engage, 

Ler  fwelling  Tides  aflault  the  Sky  ; 
The  Terrors  of  thy  Frown 
Shall  beat  their  Madnefs  down  ^ 

Thy  Throne  for  ever  iUnds  on  high. 

5  Thy  Promifes  are  true, 

Thy  Grace  is  ever  new. 
There  fix'd  thy  Church  Ihall  ne'er  remove.; 

Thy  Saints  with  holy  Fear 

Shall  in  thy  Courts  appear. 
And  fmg  thine  everlafting  Love. 
Repeat  the  fourth  Stanza  to  comp teat  the  Tune, 

Psalm  XCIV.   1,2,7—14.  Flrji  Part. 

Saints  chajiifedj  atid  Sinners  dejlroyed 'i  or,  InJ^ructk". 
Jffii^ions. 

1  r\  GOD  !  to  whom  Revenge  belongs, 
^^  Proclaim  thy  Wrath  aloud  ; 

Let  fover^ign  Power  redrefs  our  Wrongs, 
Let  Juftice  fmitc  the  Proud. 

2  They  fay,  '«  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  5 

When  will  the  Fools  be  wife  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  Ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  Eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  Thoughts  are  vain. 

And  they  fhali  feel  his  Power  : 
His  Wrath  fliall  pierce  their  Souls  with  Pain 
In  fome  furprizing  Hour. 

4  But  if  thy  Saints  deferve  Rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  Rod  ; 
Thy  Providences  and  thy  Beok 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bleft  ^ 


P  S  ^  L  M    XCIV.  183 

5  Bieft  is  the  Man  tliy  Hands  chafllfe. 

And  to  his  Duty  draw  ; 
Thy  Scourges  make  ;hy  Children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  Law, 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  Saints, 

Nor  his  own  Promife  break  ; 
He  pardons  his  Inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  Sake. 

Psalm  XCIV.  Ver.  16--23.     S€cond  Part. 

GOD  our  Support  and  Comfort  -,  or,  Delivey-ancefrom 
Temptadom  and  PerJecutio72, 

1  XTTHO  will  arife  and  plead  my  Right 

^^    Againft  my  numerous  Foes, 
While  Earth  and  Hell  their  Force  unite. 
And  all  my  Hopes  oppofe. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  Rock,  my  Help, 

Suftain'd  my  fainting  Head, 
My  Life  had  now  in  Silence  dwelt. 
My  Soul  amongft  the  Dead. 

3  Alas  !  my  Jliding  Feet  !  I  cry'd, 

Thy  Promife  was  my  Prop  ; 
Thy  Grace  ftood  conftant  by  my  Side, 
Thy  Spirit  bore  me  up. 

4.  While  Multitudes  of  mournful  Thoughts 
Within  my  Bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  Love  forgives  my  Faults^ 
Thy  Comforts  chear  my  Soul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  Iniquity  may  rife. 

And  frame  pernicious  Laws  ; 
But  God, my  Refuge  rules  the  Skies, 
He  will  defend  my  Caufe. 

6  Let  Malice  vent  her  Rage  aloud. 

Let  bold  Blafphemers~fcOiF  J  The 


84        P  S  od  J.  M    al;v. 

The  Lord  cur  God  {hall  judge  the  Proud, 
And  cut  the  Sinners  off. 
P  s  A  L  M  XCV,     Common  Metre. 
J  Pfeilm  before  Prayer. 
:   ClNG  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Name,. 
*^  And  in  his  Strength  rejoice  ;   ,  " 
When  his  Salvation  is  our  Theme, 
Exalted  be  our  Voice. 
•  With  Thanks  approach  his  awful  Sight, 
And  Pialms  of  Honour  fmg  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  bouncliefs  Might> 
The  whole  Creation's  King. 

5  Let  Princes  hear,  let  Angels  know, 
How  mean  their  Nature  ieem, 
Thofe  Gods  on  high,  and  Gcds  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  Him. 

\.  Earth  fwith  its  Caverns  dark  and  deep. 
Lies  in  his  fpacious  Hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  Seas  what  Bounds  to  keep. 
And  where  the  Hills  muft  (land. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  Souls  adore. 
Come,  kneel  before  his  Face  ; 
O  may  the  Creatures  of  his  Pow'r 
Be  Children  of  his  Grace  ! 

3  Now  is  the  Time,  he  bends  his  Ear, 
And  waits  for  your  Requeft  ; 
Come,  lead  he  rouze  his  Wrath,  and  fwear, 
"  y^e /bail  not  fee  my  Rtji.  ' 

Psalm  XCV .     Short  Metre. 
A  Pfalm  be^i'e  Sermon. 
I   /^OME,  found  his*rraife  abroad, 
^  And  Hymns  of  G!ory  fing  ;.w 
Jehovah  is  the  fovereign  God,-    '^    * 
The  univerral  King. 


JT    O    ^/X    J-^    IVl     TVV^  V .  1 5  c* 

2  He  form'd  the  Deeps  unknown; 

He  gave  the  Seas  their  Bound  ; 
The  watry  Worlds  are  all  his  own, 
!  /      And  all  the  fohd  Ground. 

3  Come,  Vv'orfhip  at  his  Throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  Works,  and  not  our  own  ; 
He  form'd  us  by  his  Word. 
^  To  Day  attend  his  Voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  Rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  People  of  his  Choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God, 
5  But  if  your  Ears  refufe 

The  Language  of  his  Grace, 
And  Hearts  grow  hard  like  ftubborn  Jews^ 
That  unbelieving  Race ; 

The  Lord  in  Vengeance  dreft 

Will  lift  his  Hand,  and  fwear, 
"  Tou  that  ch/pife  my  promts'' d  Re/iy 

*'  Shall  have  no  Portio?i  there.''' 

Psalm  XCV.  i,  2,  3,6—  1 1 .  Long  Metre, 

Canaan  lojl  thro*  Unhelief -,  or,^  Warning  to  delaying 
Shiners. 

:   00?v4E,  let  our  Voices  join  to  raife 
V^     A  facred  Song  of  folemn  Praile  : 
God  is  a  fovereign  King  ;  rehearfe 
His  Honour  in  exalted  Verfe. 
Come,  let  our  Souls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  Natures  with  his  Word, 
He  is  our  Shepherd  ;  we  the  Sheep 
His  Mercy  chole,  his  Faftures  keep. 
Come,  ieir^'hear  his  Voice  to-day. 
The  Couftftis  of  his  Love  obey,    *  Nor 


1 86  P  S  ^  L  M    XCVL 

Nor  let  our  hardned  Hearts  renew 
The  Sins  and  Plagues  that  7/;-^,?/ knew. 
%.  Ifrael^  that  faw  his  Works  of  Grace 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  Face ; 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  Brood, 
That  ta*'d  the  Patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  Hew  falfe  they  prove  I  * 
"  Forget  ?ny  Power  j  ahufe  my  Lone  ;  ] 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  Re/i^  1  fwcar^ 
*'  Their  Fat  Jhall  never  enter  there  ^ 

h  [Look  back,  my  Soul,  with  holy  Dread, 

And  view  thofe  ancient  Rebels  dead  ; 

Attend  the  ofFer'd  Grace  to  Day, 

Nor  lofe  the  BlefTings  by  Delay. 
7  Seize  the  kind  Promife  while  it  waits, 

And  march  to  Z/Ws  heavenly  Gates  ; 

Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  Reft  ; 

Obey,  and  be  for  ever  bleft.] 
Psalm  XCVL   i,  lo,  ^c.   CommonMetre, 
Christ's /r/^  and  fecond  Coming, 

OiNG  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  Lands, 
^     Ye  Tribes  of  every  Tongue  ; 
His  new-difcover'd  Grace  demands 
A  new  and^obler  Song. 
:  Say  to  the  Nations,  Jefus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  Power  the  finking  World  fuftains,  i 

And  Grace  farrounds  his  Throne.  1 

;  Let  Heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  Day^ 
Jov  througjfrthe  Earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  Cities  (hine  in  bright  Array, 
And  Fields  in  cheartul  Green, 

4.  Let 


PSALM  XCVL  187 

|.  Let  an  unufual  Joy  furprize 
The  111  and  s  of  the  5ea  : 
Ye  Mountains  fink,  ye  Valleys  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  h?s  Way. 
\  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 
The  Nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  iliew  the  World  his  Righteoufnefs, 
And  fend  his  Truth  abroad. 

3  But  when  his  Voice  fhall  raife  the  Dead* 
And  bid  the  V/orld  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  Nations  dread, 
To  fee  their  Judge  appear  ? 


L 


s  A  L  M    XCVL    As  the  113//;  Pfalm. 

Ihe  GOD  of  the  Gentiles, 
ET  all  the  Earth  their  Voices  raife. 
To  fmg  the  choiceft  Pfalm  of  Praife, 
To  fing  and  blefs  Jeho'uah's  Name  : 
His  Glory  let  the  Heathens  know. 
His  Wonders  to  the  Nations  fhow. 

And  all  his  faving  Works  proclaim. 
7'he  Heathens  know  thy  Glory,  Lord  ; 
The  wond'ring  Nations- read  thy  Word, 

In  Britain  is  Jehovah  known  : 
0.ur  Wbrfhip  (hail  no  jmore  be  paid 
To  Gods  which  mortal' Hands  have  made  5 

Our  Maker  is  our  God'  alone. 
He  fram'd  the  Globe,  he  built  the  Sky, 
He  made  the  fliining  Worlds  on  high. 
And  reigns  compleat  in  Glory  there : 
His  Beams  are  Majefty  and  Light  ; 
His  Beauties  how  divinely  bright  I 
His  Temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 

I  4  Come 


i88  P  S  ^  L  M  XCVII. 

4  Come  the  great  Day,  the  glorious  Hour, 
When  Earth  (liall  feel  his  faving  Power, 

And  barbarous  Nations  fear  his  Name  : 
Then  Ihall  the  Race  of  Men  confeis 
The  Beauty  of  his  Hohnefs, 

And  in  his  Courts  his  Grace  proclaim. 

Psalm  XCVII.    1—5.    Firji  Part. 

Chrlft  reigning  in  Heaven^  and  coming  to  'Judgment 

1  XX^  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
^-^  Praife  him  in  evangelic  Strains  : 

Let  the  wkole  Earth  in  Songs  rejoice. 
And  diftant  Iflands  join  their  Voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  Counfels  and  unknown  ; 
But  Grace  and  Truth  fupport  his  Throne  : 
Tho'  gloomy  Clouds  his  Way  furround  ; 
Jufiiice  is  their  eternal  Ground. 

3  In  Robes  of  Judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  Earth,  and  cleaves  theTombs 
Before  him  burns  devouring  Fire, 

The  Mountains  melt,  the  Seas  retire. 
4.  His  Enemies  with  fore  Difmay, 

Fly  from  the  Sight,  and  fliun  the  Day ; 
Then  lift  your  Heads,  ye  Saints,  on  high, 
And  fing,  for  your  Redemption's  nigh. 
Psalm  XCVII.  6—9.    Second  Part, 
ChriftV  Incarnation. 

1  'TpHE  Lord  is  come ;  the  Heavens  proclaim 

-*-     His  Birth  ;  the  Nations  learn  his  Name 
An  unknown  Star  direds  the  Road 
Of  Rafter n  Sages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  Armies  of  the  Skies, 
Go,  worfhip.  where  the  Saviour  lies  : 
Angels  and  Kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  Gods  on  high,  and  Gods  below. 


PSALM  XCVII.  i^^ 

Let  Idols  totter  to  the  Ground, 
And  their  own  Worfhipers  confound  : 
But  Judah  fhout,  but  Zion  fmg. 
And  Earth  confefs  her  fovereign  King. 
P  s  A  L  M  XCVII.    Third  Part, 
Grace  and  Glory. 
'T^H*  Almighty  reigns  exalte<l  high 
-*-    O'er  all  the  Earth,  o'er  all  the  Sky  ; 
Though  Clouds  and  Darknefs  vale  his  Feet, 
His  Dwelling  is  the  Mercy-feat. 

O  ye  that  love  his  holy  Name, 
Hate  every  Work  of  Sin  and  Shame  ; 
He  guards  the  Souls  of  all  his  Friends, 
And  from  the  Snares  of  Hell  defends. 
Immortal  Light,  and  Joys  unknov/n. 
Are  for  the  Saints  in  Darknefs  fown  ; 
!  Thofe  glorious  Seeds  (hall  fpring  and  rife,^ 
j  And  the  bright  Harveft  blefs  our  Eyes. 

i  Rejoice,  ye  Righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  Honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
i  None  but  the  Soul  that  feels  his  Grace 
\  Can  triumph  in  his  Holinefs. 
s  AL  M  XCVII.  1,3,5—7,11.  Common Metr€. 

ChriftV  Incarnation,  and  the  lajl  judgment, 
"^E  Iflands  of  the  Northern  Sea 
*-    Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  : 
His  Word  like  Fire  prepares  his  Way, 

And  Mountains  melt  to  Plains. 
His  Prefence  fmks  the  proudeft  Hills, 

And  makes  the  Vallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  Soul  enjoys  his  Smiles, 
The  haughty  Sinner  dies, 

la  %  Th^ 


190       PSALM    XCVIII. 

3  The  Heav'ns  his  rightful  Power  proclaim  ; 

The  Idol-Gods  around 
Fill  their  own  Worfliippers  with  Shame, 
And  totter  to  the  Ground. 

4  Adoring  Angels  at  his  Birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  fliall  he  come  to  judge  the  Earth, 
And  Angels  guard  his  Throne. 

5  His  Foes  fliall  tremble  at  his  Sight, 

And  Hills  and  Seas  retire  : 
His  Children  take  their  unknown  Flight, 
And  leave  the  World  in  Fire. 

6  The  Seeds  of  Joy  and  Glory  fown 

For  Saints  in  Darknefs  here. 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  Worlds  unknown. 
And  a  rich  Harveft  bear. 

Psalm  XCVIII.    Firfl  Part. 
Praife  for  the  Gojpel. 

1  ^O  oiir  Almighty  Maker,  God, 

'■'      New  Honours  be  addrefs'd  ; 

His  great  Salvation  fhines  abroad. 

And  makes  the  Nations  bleft. 

2  He  fpake  the  Word  to  Abraham  firfl. 

His  Truth  fulfils  his  Grace  ; 
The  Gentiles  make  his  Name  their  Truft, 
And  learn  his  Righteoufnefs. 

3  Let  the  whole  Earth  his  Love  proclaim 

With  all  her  different  Tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  Honour  of  his  Name 
In  Melody  and  Songs. 

Psalm    XCVIII.  Second  Part, 
Ihe  MelTiah'j  Ccming  and  Kingdom. 
2    TOY  to  the  World  ;  the  Lord  is  come  ; 
J    Let  Earth  receive  her  King  :  L 


r  ::>  ^  J^  ivi    AL^iA.  191 

Let  every  Heart  prepare  him  Room, 

And  Heaven  and  Nature  fing. 
Joy  to  the  Earth,  the  Saviour  reigns ; 

Let  Men  their  Songs  employ  ; 
WhileFields  andF]Qods,Rocks,Hil]s  andPlainSj 

Repeat  the  founding  Joy.. 
Ij  No  more  let  Sin§  and  Sorrows  grow. 

Nor  Thorns  inteft  the  Ground  ; 
He  crymes,  tp  tnake  his  Bleffings  flow 

Far  as  the  Curfe  is  found... 

}.  He  rules  the  World  with^Truth  and  Grace, 
And  make-s-the  Nations  prove 
The-Glories  of  his  Righteoufnefs, 
And  Wonders  of  his  Love. 

Psalm  XCIX.     FirJI  Part. 
Chriil'j  Kiyigdom  and  Majejly, 

1  'TpHE   God  Jehovah^  reigns^ 

-*-    Let  all  the  Nations  fear  ;  - 
Let  Sinners  tremble  at  his  Throne, 
And  Saints  be  humble  there. 

2  ^ejm  the  Saviour  feigns. 

Let;  Earth  adore  its  Lord  j 
Bright  Cherubs  his  Attendants  ftandj 
Swift  to  fuliil  his  Word. 

3  In  Tjion  is  his  Throne^ 

His  Honours  are  divine. 
His  Church  fhalF  make  his  Wonders  kijown. 

For  there  his  Glories  fhine. 
4.  How  hohy  is  his  Name  ! 

How  terrible  his  Praife  ! 
Juftice  and  Truth,  and  Judgment  join 

In  all  his  Works  of  Grace. 


1  3  Psv 


AI,M 


Psalm    XCIX.     Second  Part, 
J  Holy  GOD  worjhlppcd  with  Reverencs. 
I    jpXalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
^     And  worfhip  at  his  Feet : 
His  Nature  is  all  Holinefs, 
And  Mercy  is  his  Seat. 

•  When  .Ifraei  was  his  Church, 

When  y/t7rc;7  was  his  Prieil,        ' 
When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Sarmei  pray'dj 

He  gave  his  People  Reft. 
I  Oft  he  forgave  their  Sins, 

Nor  would  defiroy  their  Race  ^ 
And  oft  he  made  his  Vengesnce^  known 

When  they  abus'd  his  Gra-ce. 
^  Exalt  the  Lord  our  Goi>,-   "'   •  -    -  ' 

Whofe  Grace  is  ftill  the  fame  ;■" 
Still  he's  a  Gqd  of  Holinefs^  i 

And  jealous  for  his  N-ame.  •^'  "      -  - 

P  s  A  L  M    C/^^\Y(iMarc.JPJ^^I^T^^^^ 

Praife  to  our.  Creator,, j,>  ._  ,•;     ^^^ 

;  \/^E  Nations  round  the  Earth,  rejoyce 

Before  the  Lord,   yo.ur  fpvereign  King  : 
Serve  him  with  chearful  Heart  and  Voice, 
With  ail  your  Tongues  his  Glory  fing. 

t  The  Lord  is  Gcd  :  'Tis  he  slone. 
Dpth  Life,  and  Breath,  and  Being  give  ; 
We  are  his  Work,  and  not  our  own  j 
The  Sheep  that  on  his  Paftures  Hve.  ^ 

•  Enter  his  Gates  with  Songs  of  Joyi 
With  Praifes  to  his  Courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  Employ 

To  pay  your  Thanks  ajxd  Honours  there. 

4  The 


P  S  ^  L  M   C,  CL  193 

The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  Grace,  his  Mercy  fure  : 
And  the  whole  Race  of  Man  ihall  find 
His  Truth  from  Age  to  Age  endure. 
Psalm  C.    Second  Metre.  J  Paraphraje, 
CiNG  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  Voice  , 
^  Let  ev'ry  Land   his  Name  adore  ; 
The  Briiijh  Ifles  fhall  fend  the  Noife 
A-crofs  the  Ocean  to  the  Shore. 
Nations  attend  before  his  Throne 
With  folemn  Fear,  with  facred  Joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,   and  He  deftroy. 
His  fovVeign  Power  without  our  Aid 
Made  us  of  Clay,  and  form'd  us  Men  : 
And  when  like  wand'ring  Sheep  we  ftray'd. 
He  brought  us  to  his  Fold  again. 
We  are  his  People,  we  his  Care, 
Our  Souls,  and  ail  our  mortal  Frame  : 
What  lafting  Honours  Ihall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  Name  ^ 
We'll  croud  thy  Gates  with  thankful  ;Scngs, 
High  as  the  Heaven,  our  Voices  raife  ; 
And  Earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  Tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  Courts  with  founding  Praife, 
Wide  as  the  World  is  thy  Command, 
Vaft  as  Eternity  thy  Love  ? 
Firm  as  a  Rock  thy  Truth  muft  ftand. 
When  rolling  Years  fhall  ceafe  to  move,.  , 
Psalm    CL     Long  Metre. 
7 he  Magiftrates  PJalm.     ' 
TI/TERCY  and  Judgment  are  my^ong  j 
^^^  And  {ince  they  both  to  thee,  belong, 

I  4.  Mv 


My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King,' 
To  Thee  my  Songs  and  Vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  raised  to  bear  the  Sword, 
V\\  take  my  Counfel  from  thy  Word, 
Thy  Juftice  and  thy  heavenly  Grace 
Shall  be  the  Pattern  of  my  Ways. 

3  Let  Wifdom  all  my  Anions  guide. 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  : 
No  wicked  Thing  fhall  dwell  with  me. 
Which  may  provoke  thy  Jealoufy.    ^ 

4  No  Sons  of  Slander,  Rage  and  Strife 
Shall  be  Companions  of  my  Life  ; 
The  haughty  Look,  the  Heart  of  Pride 
"Within  my  Doors  fliall  ne'er  abide. 

5  rril  fearch  the  Land,  and  raife  the  Jufl 
To  Pofts  of  Honour,  Wealth  and  TruH:  : 
The  Men  that  wcik  thy  holy  Will 
Shall  be  my  Friends  and  Favourites  ftill.] 

6  In  vain  fliali  Sinners  hope  to  rife 
By  flattering  or  malicious  Lies  :     . 
And  while  the  Innocent  I  guard, 
The  bold  Offender  flian't  be  fpar'd. 
The  impious  Crew  (that  factious  Bandj 
Shall  hide  their  Heads,  or  quit  the  Land; 
And  all  that  break  the  publick  Reft, 
Where  I  have  Power,  fhall  be  fuppreft. 

P  s  A  X  M  CI.    Common  Metre. 
AVfafinfor  a  Majler  ef  a  Family* 
1   r\Y  Juftice  and  of  Grace  I  fing, 
^^  And  pay  my  God  my  Vows^ 
Thy  Grace  and  Juftice,  heavfenly  King, 
1  each  me  to  rule  my  Houfe. 

2  Nov^ 


Now  to  my  Tent,  O  God,  repair. 

And  make  thy  Servant  wife  ; 
rU  fuifer  nothing  near  me  there 

That  fhall  offend  thine  Eyes. 
The  Man  that  doth  his  Neighbour  wrong 

By  Falfhood  or  by  Force, 
The  fcornful  Eye,  the  llanderous  Tongue^ 

I'll  thruft  them  from  my  Doors. 
I'jl  feek  the  Faithful  and  the  Juft, 

And  will  their  Help  enjoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  Friends  that  I  fhall  truft. 

The  Servant's  I'll  employ. 
The  Wretch  that  deals  in  fly  Deceit 

I'll  not  endure  a  Night  ! 
The  Liar's  Tongue  I  ever  hate. 

And  banifh  fro«i  my  Sight. 
Pll  purge  my  Family  around^ 

And  make  the  Wicked  fiee  ; 
So  fhall  my  Houfe  be  ever  found 

A  Dwelling  fit  for  Thee. 
Psalm  CII.   1  —  13,20,21.  Firji  Part. 

A  Prayer  of  the  j9ffii^ed. 
TTEAR  me  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  Face, 
-*-^  But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 
Haft  thou  not  built  a  Throne  of  Grace^ 

To  hear  when  Sinners  cry. 
My  Days  are  wafted  like  the  Smoke 

DifTolving  in  the  Air  ; 
My  Strength  is  dry'd^  my  Heart  is  broke^ 

And  finking  in  Defpair. 
My  Spirits  flag  like  withering  Grafs 

Burnt  with  excefTive  Heat  : 
In  fecret  Groans  my  Minutes  pafs^    . 

And  I  forget  to  eat,  I  5  4  As 


4  As  on  fome  lonely  Building's  Top, 

The  Sparrow  tells  her  Moan, 
Far  from  the  Tents  of  Joy  and  Hope 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  Soul  is  like  aWildernefs, 

Where  Beafts  of  Midnight  howl  ; 
^  There  the  fad  Raven  finds  her  Place, 
And  there  the  icreaming  Owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  Thoughts  and  boding  Fears 

Dwell  in  iny  troubled  Breafi:  ; 
While  fharp  Reproaches  wound  my  Ears,, 
Nor.  give  my  Spirit -Reft. 

7  My  Cup  is  mingled  with  my  Woes, 

And  Tears  are  my  Repaft  ; 
My  daily  Bread  like  Afhes  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  Tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  Joy 

To  Souls  that  (qq\  thy  Frown  ; 
Lord,  'twas  thy  Hand  advanc'd  me  high. 
Thy  Hand  hath  cad  me  down. 

9  My  Looks  like  wither'd  Leaves  appear  ,, 

And  Life's  declining  Light 
Grows  faint  as  Evening- Shadows  are 
Fhat  vanifh  into  Night. 

10  But  Thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ; 
Ages  to  come  ihall  know  thy  Name, 
And  fpread  thy  Works  abroad, 
ir  Thou  wiltarife,  and  fhevy  thy  Face, 
Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th'  appointed  Hour  of  Grace, 
That  long  expedted  Day. 
3  2  He  hears  his  Saiiits,  he  knows  their  Crj', 

A'jd  by  myfterious  Ways  RcdQ2m5.* 


P  S  ^  L  M  en.  t91 

Redeems  the  Prifcners  doom'd  to  die. 
And  fills  their  Tongues  wkh  Praife. 
P  S  A  L  M  Cir.   13-21.     Second  Pari. 
Prayer  heard,    md  Zion  rejhred. 

LET  Zion  and.  her  Sons  rejoice,       .^ 
Behold  the  promis'd  Hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  Voice^ 

And  comes  t'  exalt  his  Pow'r.  '^^-■ 

Her  Duft  and  Ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  Eyes  ; 
Thofe  Ruins  (hall  be  built  again. 
And  all  that  Duft  (hall  rife.         : 

;  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerujalemy 
And  ftand  in  Glory  there  ; 
Nations  fhall  bow  before  his  Name, 
And  Kings  attend  with  Fear. 

.  He  fits  a  Sovereign  on  his  Throne, 
With  Pity  in  his  Eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  Prifoners  groan, 
And  fees  their  Sighs- arife. 
;  He  frees  the  Souls  condemn'd  to  Deaths 
And  when  his  Saints  complain, 
It  (han't  be  faid,  '^  That  praying  Breath 
'^  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain, 
j  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead. 
And  left  on  long  Record, 
That  Ages  yet  unborn  may  read. 
And  truft,  and  praife  the  Lord. 
Psalm   CIL  23-28.     Third  Far  L 
Man^s  Mortality ,  ^«i  Chrift's  Eternky  ;    or,  Saints 
die^  but  Chrift  and  the-  Church  live. 
T  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  Hand 
"Weakens  our  Strength  amidit  the  Race  5 

Difeafe 


I 


198  P  S'A  L  M   ClII. 

Difeafe  and  Death  at  his  Command 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  Days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  our  Sun  go  down  at  Noon  j 
Thy  Years  are  one  eternal  Day, 
And  muft  thy  Children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet  in  the  midft  of  Death  and  Grief 
This  Thought  our  Sorrow  (hall  alTwage  ; 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

*'  Chriji  is  the  fame  thro'  every  Age, 

4  'Twas  he  this  Earth's  Foundation  laid  ; 
Heav'n  is  the  Building  of  his  Hand  ; 

This  Earth  grows  old,  thefe  Heav'ns  fhali  fade 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  Command. 

5  The  O-arry  Curtains  of  the  Sky 
Like  Garments  fnall  be  laid  afide  : 

Rut  flill  thy  Throne  ftands  firm  and  high  5 
Thy  Church  for  ever  mufi  abide. 

6  Before  thy  Face  thy  Church  fhall  live  ; 
And  on  thy  Throne  thy  Children  reign  ; 
This  dying  World  (hall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  Saints  be  rais'd  again. 

Psalm  CIll.   1-7.  Firji  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Blefflng  GOD  for  his  Goodnefs  to  Soul  and  Body, 

1  T>LESS,  O  my  Soul,  the  living  God, 

-^  Call  home  thy  Thoughts  that  rove  abroad. 
Let  all  the  Pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  Work  and  Worfhip  fo  divme. 

2  Blefs,  O  my  Soul,  the  God  of  Grace  ; 
His  Favours  claim  thy  highefl  Praife  : 
Why  fhould  the  Wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  Silence,  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis 


PSALM   cm.  199.. 

5  *Tis  He,  my  Soul,  that  fent  his  Son 
To  die  for  Crimes,  which  thou  haft  done  ; 
He  owns  the  Ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  Follies  of  our  Lives. 

\.  The  Vices  of  the  Mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  Pains  that  Nature  feels, 
Redeems  the  Soul  from  Hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  Life  from  threat'ning  Graves. 

J  Our  Youth  decay'd  his  Pow'r  repairs  ; 
His  Mercy  crowns  our  growing  Years  : 
He  fatisfies  our  Mouth  with  Good, 
And  fills  our  Hopes  with  heav'nly  Food. 

J  He  fees  the  OpprefTor  and  th'  Oppreft^ 
And  often  gives  the  Sufferers  Reft  ; 
But  will  his  Juftice  more  difplay 
Ln  the  laft  great  rewarding  Day. 

1  [His  Power  he  fhew'd  by  Mofes'  Handsj 
And  gave  to  Jfrael  his  Commands  y 
But  fent  his  Truth  and  Mercy  down 
To  all  the  Nations  by  his  Son. 

>  Let  the  whole  Earth  his  Power  confefs. 
Let  the  whole  Earth  adore  his  Grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  (hall  join 
In  Work  and  Worfhip  fo  divine.] 

Psalm  CIIL  Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
r  OD*s  gentle  Chaftifement  ;  or,  His   tender  Mercy 

to  his  People. 
;  'npHE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  Ways  ! 
-■'    How  firm  hisTruth  !  how  large  hisGrace  ! 
He  takes  his  Mercy  for  his  Throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  Glories  known. 
\  Not  half  fo  high  his  Power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  Heavens  above  our  Head,         As 


200        r  :y  ^  i^  jvi    l;iii. 

As  his  rich  Love  exceeds  our  Praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  Hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  Nature  plac'd 
The  rifing  Morning  from  the  Wfjf, 
As  his  forgiving  Grace  removes 
The  daily  Guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  flowly  doth  his  Wrath  arife  ! 
On  fwifter  Wings  Salvation  flies  : 
And  if  he  lets  his  Anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  Frowns  to  Pity  turn  1 

5  Amidft  his  Wrath  Compaffion  fliines  ; 
His  Strokes  are  lighter  than  our  Sins  : 
And  while  his  Rod  correds  his  Saints, 
His  Ear  indulges  their  Complaints* 

6  So  Fathers  their  young  Sons  chaftife, 
With  gentle  Hands  and  melting  Eyes  : 
The  Children  weep  beneath  the  Smart,, 
And  move  the  Pity  of  their  Heart. 

Pause. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  Wife  and  Juft, 
Knows  that  our  Frame  is  feeble  Duft  i 
And  will  no  heavy  Loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  Strength  that  he  befiows. 

8  He  knows  how  foon  our  Nature  dies, 
Biafted  by  every  Wind  that  flies  ; 
Like  Grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 
Or  Morning  Flowers  that  fade  at  Noon. 

9  But  his  eternal  Love  is  fure 

To  all  the  Saints,  and  fliall  endure  : 
From  Age  to  Age  his  Truth  fliall  reign, 
Nor  Childrens  Children  hope  in  vain. 

P$Aj:Mi 


PSA  i  M-    CHI.  2ot 

s  A  L  M  cm.  i-y.  Firjl  Part.     Short  Metre, 
Praifefor  Spiritual  and  Temporal  Mercies. 

OBlefs  the  Lord,  my  Soul  ! 
Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  Tongue  to  bleis  his  Name,, 

Whofe  Favours  are  divine^ 
O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  Soul  ; 

Nor  let  his  Mercies  lie, 
Forgotten  in  Unthankfulnefs  % 
And  without  Praifes  die. 

'Tis  He  forgives  thy  Sins, 

'Tis  He  relieves  thy  Pain, 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  Sicknefles,. 

And  njakes  thee  young  again. 
He  crowns  thy  Life  with  Love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  Grave  ; 
He  that  redeemM  my  Soul  from  Heli 

Hath  fovereign  Pow'r  to  fave. 
He  fills  the  Poor  with  Good  ; 

He  gives  the  Sufferers  Reft  ; 
The  Lord  hath  Judgments  for  the  Froud^ 

And  Juftice  for  th*  Oppreft. 

His  wondrous  Works  and  Ways 

He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
But  fent  the  World  his  Truth  aiKi  Grace 
By  his  beloved  Son.. 
Psalm  CIII.  8- 1 8.     Second  Part, 
Short  Metre. 
bounding  Compaffton  of  Goi>   -,  or,  Aleriy  in  th$ 
midji  of  Judgment, 
|l  ^Y  Soul,  repeat  his  Praife^ 
•^^-*  Whofe  Mercies  are  fo  great  5 
Whofe  Anger  is  fo  Aqw  tP  rife,, 
,  go  ready  to  abate^  a  Goi^ 


2  02         r  ib  ^  i^  ivi    cm. 

2  God  wilJ  not  always  chi.'e  ; 

And  when  his  Stroke   are  felt, 
His  Strokes  are  fewer  than  our  Crimes, 
And  I'ghter  than  our  GuiJt. 

3  High  as  the  Heav'ns  are  rals'd 

Above  the  Ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  Riches  of  his  Grace 
Our  higheft  Thought  exceed. 

4  His  Power  fubducs  our  Sins, 

And  his  forgiving  Love 
Far  as  the^^  is  from  the  JVefl^ 
Doth  all  our  Guilt  remove, 

5  The  Pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  Name, 
Is  fuch  as  tender  Parents  feel  ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  Frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  Duft, 

Scatter'd  with  every  Breath  : 
His  Anger  like  a  rifing  "Wind 
Can  (end  us  fwift  to  Death. 
*]  Our  Days  are  as  the  Grafs, 

Or  like  the  Morning  FlowV  ; 
If  one  fharp  Blaft  fweep  o'er  the  Field, 
It  withers  in  an  Hour. 
8  But  thy  CompafTions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  Years  endure  ; 
And  Children's  Children  ever  find 
Thy  Words  of  Promife  fure. 
Psalm  CIIL  19-22,  ThirdPart,  Short  Metre. 
God's  umverfal  Dominion  ;  or  ^Angels  pralje  the  Lord. 
I  'TpHE  Lord,  the  fovereign  King, 
-■-    Hath  fix'd  his  Throne  on  high  j 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  World  he  ruicSj 
Awd  all  beneath  the  Sky.  2  Vf, 


I 


PSALM   CIV  zoi 

Ye  Angels,  great  in  Might, 

And  fwift  to  do  his  Will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  Voice  ye  hear, 

Whofe  Pieafure  ye  fulfil. 
Let  the  bright  Hofts,  who  wait 

The  Orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  Churches  when  they  pray. 

Join  in  the  Praife  they  fing. 
WlviU  all  his  wondrous  Works 

Through  his  vaft  Kingdoms  (hew 
Their  iMaker's  Glory,  thou,  my  Soul, 

Shall  fing  his  Graces  too. 

P  £  A  L  M    CIV. 

The  Glory  of  God  in  Creatbr,  and  Prrddence, 

MY  Soul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 
When  clothed  in  his  celeftial  Rays 
He  in  full  Majefty  appears. 
And  like  a  Robe  his  Glory  wears. 

Note,  This  Pfahn  may  bgfung  to  the  Tune  of  the 
Vd  I  \2th  or  ii'jtb  Pfalm^  by  adding  thefe  tu;o  Lines 
■)  eziey  Sianzay  (viz.) 
Great  is  the  Lord  ;  What  Tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  Honour  to  his  Name  ? 
[Otherwife  iimuji  be  fung  as  the  iCOih  P/alm.] 
■  The  Heavens  are  for  his  Curtains  fpread  ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  Deep  he  makes-his  Bed  j 
Clouds  are  his  Chariot  v/hen  hefiies 
On  winged  Storms  a-crofs  the  Skies. 
\  Angels,  whom  his  own  Breath  infpires, 
His  Minifters  are  flaming  Fires  ;  ^ 

And  fwift  as  Thought  theu|Armies.  move 
To  bear  his  Vengeance  QHWlxjve. 

4  The 


1 


4  The  World's  Foundations  by  his  Hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  (hall  for  ever  ftand  : 
He  binds  the  Ocean  in  kis  Chair, 
Left  it  fhould  drown  the  Earth  again. 

5  When  Earth  was  covered  with  the  Flood, 
Which  high  above  the  Mountains  ftood, 
He  thunder'd  and  the  Ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  Bed. 

6  The  fwelling  Billows  knctw  their  Bound, 
And  in  their  Channels  walk  their  Round  ; 
Yet  thence  convey 'd  by  fecret  Veins, 
They  fpring  on  Hills,  and  drench  the  Plains, 

7  He  bids  the  cryftal  Fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  Valiies  as  they  go, 
Tame  Heifers  there  their  Thirft  allay. 
And  for  the  Stream  wild  Afles  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  Trees  which  fliade  the  Brink, 
The  Lark  and  Linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  Songs  the  Lark  and  Linnet  raife. 
Arid  chide  our  Silence  in  his  Praife. 

-  P  A  u  s  E   L 

9  God  from  his  cloudy  Ciftern  pours 

On  the  parch'd  Earth  enriching  Show'rs  ; 
The  Grove,  the  Garden,  and  the  Field, 
A  thoufand  joyful  Bleflmgs  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  grafly  Food  arife. 
And  gives  the  Cattle  lar-ge  Supplies  ; 
With  Herbs  for  Man  of  various  Power, 
To  nouriih  Nature,  or  to  cure. 

11  What  noble  Fruit  the  Vines  produce  ! 
The  Olive  yields  a  fliining  Juice  ; 

Our  Hearts  are  cheer'd  with  generous  Wine, 
With  inward  Joy  our  Faces  Ihine. 

12   O 


) 


PSALM    CIV.  205 

2  O  blefs  his  Name,  ye  Britons^  fed 
With  Nature's  chief  Supporter^  Bread  : 
While  Bread  your  vital  Strength  imparts. 
Serve  him  with  Vigour  in  your  Hearts. 
P  A  u  s  E     II. 

(3  Behold  the  ftateiy  Cedar  Hands 
Rais'd  in  the  Foreft  by  his  Hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  Boughs  for  Sheher  fly. 
And  build  their  Nefts  fecure  on  high. 

[4  To  craggy  Hills  afcends  the  Goat  \ 
And  at  the  airy  Mountain's  Foot 
The  feebler  Creatures  make  their  Cell  ; 
He  gives  them  Wifdom  where  to  dwell, 

[5  He  fets  the  Sun  his  circling  Race, 
Appoints  the  Moon  to  change  her  Face  ; 
And  when  thick  Darknefs  veils  the  Day, 
Calls  out  wild  Beafts  to  hunt  their  Prey, 

16  Fierce  Lions  lead  their  Young  abroad. 
And  roaring  afk  their  Meat  from  GoDj, 
But  when  the  Morning-Beams  arife, 
The  favage  Beaft  to  Covert-flies. 

s;  The  Man  to  daily  Labour  goes  ; 
The  Night  was  made  for  his  Repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  Gift,  that  fv/eet  Rehef 
From  tirefome  Toil  and  wafting  Grief. 

18  Ho  w'ftrange  thy  Works  !  how  great  thy  Skill ! 
And  every  Land  thy  Riches  fill  r 

Thy  Wifdom  round  the  V/orld  we  fee,, 
This  fpacious  Earth  is  full  of  Thee. 

19  Nor  lefa  thy  Glories  in  the  Deep, 
Where  Fi(h  in  Millioris  fwim  and  creep. 
With  wdnd'rous  Motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Stiil  wand'ring  in  the  Paths  below. 

ao  There 


206  F   a  jS.  L.  IVl     CIV. 

20  There  Ships  divide  their  wat'ry  Way, 
And  Flocks  of  fcaly  Monfters  play  ; 
There  dwells  the  huge  Leviathan^ 
And  foams  and  fports  in  fpite  of  Man. 

Pause    III. 

21  Vail  are  ihy  Works,  Almighty  Lord, 
All  Nature  refts  upon  thy  Word, 

And  the  whole  Race  of  Creatures  ftands,  - 
Waiting  their  Portion  from  thy  Hands. 

22  While  each  receives  his  different  Food, 
Their  chearful  Looks  pronounce  it  good  :. 

Eagles  and  Bears,  and  Whales  and  Worms 
Pvcjoiceand  praife  in  dirt 'rent  Forms. 

23  But  when  thy  Face  is  hid  they  mourn. 
And  dying  to  their  Duft  return  ; 
Both  Man  and  Beafi  their  Souls  reGgn  : 
Life,  Breath  and  Spirit,  all  is  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  Duft  again. 
And  fill  the  World  with  Beafts  and^Men  ; 
A  Word  of  thy  creating  Breath 
Repairs  the  Waftes  of  Time  and  Death.^, 

25  His  Works,  the  Wonders  of  his  Might,  r 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  Delight : 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  Ways  I  - 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  Praife,.;   ^^^.j- m 

26  The  Earth  fiands  trembling  at  thy  Stroke, 
And  at  thy  Touch  the  Mountains  finoke  ; 
Yet  humble  Souls  may.fee  thy  Face, 

And  t«ll  their  Wants  to  fovereign  Grace. ; 

27  In  thee  my  Hopes  and  Wiflies  meet, 
And  make  my  Meditations  fweet  ; 
Thy  Praifes  (hail  my  Breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  Joy. 

28  While 


P  S  A  L  M  CY.  207 

28  While  haughty  Sinners  die  accurft. 
Their  Glory  bury'd  with  their  Dull:, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heavenly  King 
Immortal  Hallelujah's  fmg. 

Psalm  CV.     Abridged. 
God's  ConduSi  ^/ifrael,  and  the  Plagues  ^^  Egypt. 

1  ^IVE  Thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  Name, 
^^  And  tell  the  World  his  Grace ; 

Sound  through  the  Earth  his  Deeds  of  Fame, 
That  all  may  feek  his  Face. 

2  His  Covenant  which  he  kept  in  Mind 

For  num'rous  Ages  paft, 
To  num'rous  Ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  Force  fhall  iaft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abraham  and  his  Seed, 

And  made  the  Bleflings  Aire  : 

Gentiles  the  ancient  Promife  read. 

And  find  his  Truth  endure. 

4  «  Thy  Seed  Ihall  make  all  Nations  bleft, 

(Said  the  Almighty  Voice) 
"  And  Canaan  s  Land  fhall  be  their  Reft, 
"  The  Type  of  heav'nly  Joys. 

5  [How  large  the  Grant !  how  rich  the  Grace 

To  give  them  Canaan's  Land, 
When  they  were  Strangers  in  the  Place, 
A  little  feeble  Band  ! 

6  Like  Pilgrims  through  the  Countries  round 

Securely  they  removed  : 
And  haughty  Kings  that  on  them  frown'd 
Severely  he  reproved. 

7  «'  Touch  mine  Anointed,  and  my  Arm 

"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  Wrong  : 

"  The 


2o8  PSALM    CV. 

"  The  Man  that  does  my  Prophets  harm 
"  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong." 

8  Then  let  the  World  forbear  hs  Roge^ 

Nor  put  the  Church  in  Fear  : 
Ifrael  muji  live  through  every  Jge^ 
And  be  th*  Jlmightfs  Care.'\ 
Pause    I. 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  Saints, 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 

Mofes  was  Tent  at  their  Complaints, 

Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  Rod. 

10  He  caUM  for  Darknefs  :  Darknefs  came 

Like  an  overwhelming  Flood. 
He  turn'd  each  Lake  and  every  Stream 
To  Lakes  and  Streams  of  Blood. 

1 1  He  gave  the  Sign,  and  noifom  Flies 
Thro'  the  whole  Country  fpread  ; 

And  Frogs  in  croaking  Armies  rife 
About  the  Monarch's  Bed. 

12  Thro'  Fields  and  Towns  and  Palaces 

The  tenfold  Vengeance  flew  ; 
Locufts  in  Swarms  devour'd  their  Trees 
And  Hail  their  Cattle  llew. 

13  Then  by  an  Angel's  Midnight  Stroke 

The  Flower  of  Egypt  dy'd  j 
The  Strength  of  every  Houfe  was  broke, 
Their  Glory  and  their  Pride. 

14  Now  let  the  World  forbear  its  Rage^ 

Nor  put  the  Church  in  Fear  ; 
Ifrael  muJi  live  ihro*  every  Jge^ 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  Care. 

Pause    IL 

15  Thus  were  the  Tribes  from  Bondage  brought, 

And  left  the  hated  Ground  i  Each 


PS^LM  CVI.  209 

Each  fome  Egyptian  Spoils  had  got, 
And  not  one  feeble  found. 

6  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  Way, 

And  mark'd  their  Journeys  right. 
Gave  them  a  leading  Cloud  by  Day, 
A  fiery  Guide  by  Night. 

7  They  thirft  ;  and  Waters  from  the  Rock 

In  rich  Abundance  flow, 
And  following  ftill  the  Courfe  they  took 
Ran  all  the  Defart  thro'. 

8  O  wond'rous  Stream  !  O  blefled  Type 

Of  ever-flowing  Grace  ! 
So  Chriji  our  Rock  maintains  our  Life 
Thro'  all  this  Wildernefs. 

9  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  Hand, 

The  chofen  Tribes  pofleft 
Canaan  the  rich,  the  promis'd  Land, 

And  there  enjoy'd  their  Reft. 
O  Then  lei  the  World  forbear  its  Rag^^ 

The  Church  renounce  her  Fear  5 
Ifrael  muj}  live  thro'  every  Jge^ 

And  he  th'  Almighty's  Care, 

Psalm   CVL    i,— 5.    Firji  Pari, 
Praife  to  GOD  j  or,  Communion  with  Saints, 

'npO  God  the  Great,  the  Ever-bleft, 
"■•    Let  Songs  of  Honour  be  addreft  ; 
His  Mercy  firm  for  ever  ftands  j 
Give  him  the  Thanks  his  Love  demands. 

\  Who  knows  the  Wonders  of  thy  Ways  ? 
Who  Ihali  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  Praife  f 
Bleft  are  the  Souls  that  fear  Thee  ftilJ, 
And  pay  their  Duty  to  thy  Will. 

3  Remember 


2IO  PSALM    CVI. 

3  Remember  what  thy  Mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  Race,  thy  chofen  Seed  ; 
And  with  the  fame  Salvation  bJefs 
The  meaneft  SuppUant  of  thy  Grace. 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  Tribes  rejoice, 
And  aid  their  Triumphs  with  my  Voice  ! 
This  is  my  Glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  Saints,  and  near  to  Thee. 

Psalm  CVI.  Second  Part,  Ver.  7,8,  I2,"ij 

43,-48. 
Ifrael  puni/h^d  and  pardon' d  ;  or,  GOD*s  unihangi 

able  Love, 

1  /'^OD  of  eternal  Love, 
^-^  How  fickle  are  our  Ways  ! 

And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
Thy  Conftancy  of  Grace  ! 

2  They  faw  thy  Wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  Praife  they  fung  ; 

But  foon  thy  Works  of  Pow'r  forgot. 
And  murmur'd  with  their  Tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  Word, 
While  Rocks  with  Rivers  flow  ;  | 

Now  with  their  Lufts  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  Faults,  i 
He  hearken'd  to  their  Groans ;  « 

Brought  his  own  Cov'nant  to  his  Thoughts, 
And  caird  them  ftill  his  Sons. 

5  Their  Names  were  in  his  Book, 
He  fav'd  them  from  their  Foes  ; 

Oft  he  chaftisM,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  People  that  he  chofe.  4 

6  L( 


P  S  A  L  M   CVII.  211 

^et  Ifrael  blefs  the  Lord, 
.Vho  lov'd  their  ancient  Race  ; 
id  Chriftians  join  the  Iblemn  Vv^ord 
Amen  to  all  the  Praife. 

Psalm    CVII.    Firji  Part, 
[frael  led  to  Canaan,  and  Chriftlans  to  Heaven, 

GIVE  Thanks  to  God  :  He  reigns  above. 
Kind  are  hisThoughts,  his  Name  is  Love  • 
Flis  Mercy  Ages  paft  iiave  known, 
^nd  Ages  long  to  come  fhali  own. 
Let  the  Redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  Wonders  of  his  Grace  record  ; 
Ifrael^  the  Nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  Foes. 

[When  God's  Almighty  Arm  had  broke 
Their  Fetters  and  th'  Egvpiian  Yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  Defart  wandring  round  ; 
A  w^ild  and  folitary  Ground  1 
There  they  could  find  no  leading  Road, 
Nor  City  for  a  fix'd  Abode  ; 
Nor  Food,  nor  Fountain  to  ailwage 
Their  burning  Thirft,  or  Hunger's  Rage.] 
In  their  Diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd^ 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  Guide  ; 
He  led  their  March  far  wand'ring  round  ; 
I'Twas  the  right  Path  to  Canaan's  Ground, 
I'hus  when  our  firft  Releafe  we  gain 
From  Sin's  old  Yoke,  and  Satan's  Chain, 
We  have  this  defart  V/orld  to  pafs, 
A  dangerous  and  a  tirefome  Place. 
He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  Way, 
He  guides  our  Footfteps  left  we  ftrsv, 

K  '  U 


212  P  S  ^  L  M    CVIL 

He  guards  us  with  a  powVful  Hand, 
ilnd  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  Land. 
8  O  let  the  Saints  with  Joy  record 

The  Truth  and  Goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 

How  great  his  Works  !  how  kind  his  Ways  ! ; 

Let  every  Tongue  pronounce  his  Praife.  J 

Psalm    CVIL     Second  Part,  | 

Corrc^licm  for  Si?i,  and  Releafe  by  Prayer. 

1  T^ROM  Age  to  Age  exalt  his  Name, 
'*'     God  and  his  Grace  are  ftill  the  fame  : 
He  fills  the  hungry  Soul  with  Food, 
And  feeds  the  Poor  with  every  Good. 

2  But  if  their  Hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  that  rules  the  Skies  ; 
If  they  rejedt  his  heav'nly  Word, 
And  flight  the  Counfels  of  the  Lord  ; 

3  He'll  bring  their  Spirits  to  the  Ground, 
And  no  Deliv'rer  ihall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  Grief  they  wafh  their  Breath 
In  Darknefs  and  the  Shades  of  Death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  Cries, 
He  makes  the  d?vvning  Light  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  Shade 

.  That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  Head. 

5  He  cuts  the  Bars  of  Brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fmiling  Pris'ners  thro'  ; 
Takes  cfF  the  Load*of  Guilt  and  Grief, 
And  gives  the  labouring  Soul  Relief. 

if  O  may  the  Sons  of  Men  record 

The  wond'rous  Goodnefs  ©f  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  Works  !  how  kind  his  Ways 
Let  every  Tongvie  pronounce  his  Praife, 

Ps  al; 


V' 


P  S  ^  L  M  CVli.  213 

Psalm    CVII.     Third  Part, 
Intemperance  pumjHd  and  pardon' d ;  or,  A  Pfalm 
for  the  Glutton  and  the  Drunkard. 
AIN  Man  on  fooliih  Pleafures  bent. 
Prepares  for  his  own  Punifhment  ; 
What  Pains,  what  loathfome  Maladies 
From  Luxury  and  Lufi  arife  ! 
The  Drunkard  feels  his  Vitals  wade  ; 
Yet  drowns  his  Health  to  pleafe  his  Tafte  ; 
Till  all  his  acftlve  Pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting  Life  draws  near  the  Dud. 

:  The  Glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat. 
His  Soul  abhors  delicious  Meat  ; 
Nature  with  heavy  Loads  oppreft 
Would  yield  to  Death  to  be  released. 
Then  how  the  frighten'd  Sinners  fly 
To  God  for  Help  with  earned  Cry  I 
He  hears  their  Groans,  prolongs  their  Breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  Death. 

No  Med'cines  could  effect  the  Cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure  : 
The  deadly  Sentence  God  repeals, 
He  fends  his  fov'reign  Word,  and  heals. 
'  O  may  the  Sons  of  Men  record 
The  wond'rous  Goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  Offering  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  Love. 

P  s  A  L  M  CVIL    Fourth  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  Storms  and  Shipwreck  ;    or,   11:^ 

Seaman  s  Song. 

I  "f 'fT'OULD  you  behold  the  Works  of  God^ 

^^    His  Wonders  in  the  World  abroad. 

K  2  ^  Go 


214  PSALM    CVII. 

Go  with  the  Mariners,  and  trace 
The  unknown  Regions  of  the  Seas. 

2  They  leave  their  native  Shores  behind, 
And  feize  the  Favour  oF  the  Wind  ; 
'Till  God  command,  and  Tempers  rife 
That  heave  the  Ocean  to  the  S-kies. 

3  Now  to  the  Heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  link  to  dreadful  Deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  Affrights  young  Sailors  feel. 
And  like  a  iiagg'ring  Drunkard  reel  ! 

4  When  Land  is  far,  and  Death  is  nigh. 
Loft  to  all  Hope,  to  God  they  cry  :, 
His  Mercy  hears  the  loud  Addrefs, 
And  fends  Salvation  in  Diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  Winds  their  Wrath  affuage. 
The  furious  Waves  forgot  their  Rage ; 
'Tis  calm  ;  and  Sailors  fmile  to'fee 
The  Haven  where  they  wifli'd  to  be. 

6  O  may  the  Sons  of  Men  record 

The  wondrous  Goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  Offerings  bring. 
And  in  the. Church  his  Glory  fmg. 

P  s  A  L  M  evil.  Fourth  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Marimr's  Pfalm, 

1  'npHY  Works  of  Glory  mighty  Lord, 

^     Thy  Wonders  in  the  Deeps, 
The  Sens  of  Courage  fliall  record, 
Who  trade  in  floaiing  Ships. 

2  At  thy  Command  the  Winds  arife, 

And  fwell  the  tow'ring  Waves  ; 
The  Men  aftonilh'd  mount  the  Skies, 
And  fink  in  gaping  Graves. 

3  [Again 


PSALM    CVIL  215 

3  [Again  they  climb  the  watVy  Hills, 

And  plunge  in  lJ)eeps  again  ; 
•    Each  like  a  tott'ring. Drunkard  reels. 
And  finds  his  Courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  Temped  roar. 

They  pant  with  fluttering  Breath  ; 
And  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  Shore 
Exped  immediate. Death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  Cries  ; 

He  hears  the  loud  Requeft, 
And  orders  Silence  thro'  the  Skies, 
And  lays  the  Floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoyce  to  lofe  their  Fears, 

And  fee  the  Storm  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  Eyes  the  Port  appears  j 
There  let  their  Vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  Land  ; 

Let  ftupid  Mortals  know, . 
That  Waves  are  under  his  Command, 
And  all  the  Winds  that  blow. 

8  O  that  the  Sons  oF  Men  would  praife 

The  Goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Arrd  thofe  that  fee  thy  wond'rous  Ways 
Thy  wond'rous  Love  record. 

Psalm  CVIL     Laft  Fart, 
Colonies  planted  \  or ^  IsJations  bleji  and  punijleU, 

A  Psalm  for  New- England, 
I  "^TCTHEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  Crimes, 
^^     Scourges  the.  Madnefs  of  the  Times, 
He  twrns  their  Fields  to  barren  Sand, 
-    And  dries  the  Rivers  from  the  Land. 

2  [Where 


2i6  PSALM    CVII. 

2  His  Word  can  raife  the  Springs  again. 
And  make  the  witherd  Mountains  green. 
Send  ihowVy  BielTings  from  the  Skies  j 
And  Harvcfislh  theDefarts  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  Beaft  of  Prey, 
Or  Men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they. 

He  bids  th'  Oppreft  and  Poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  Towns  and  Cities  there. 
-   They  few  the  Fields,  and  Trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  Fruit  fupplies  their  Want ; 
Their  Race  grows  up  from  fruitful  Stocks, 
Their  Wealth  increafes  with  their  Flocks. 
:   Thus  they  are  bleft  ;  but  if  they  fin, 
Ke  lets  the  Htathcn  Nations  in, 
A  favage  Crew  invades  their  Lands, 
Their  Princes  die  by  barb'rous  Hands, 
->  Their  captive  Sons,  expos'd  to  Scorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  ; 
The  Country  lies  unfenc'd,  untiiTd, 
And  Defolation  fpreads  the  Field. 
1  Yet  if  the  humb'ed  Nation  mourns. 
Again  his  dreadful  Hand  he  turns  : 
Again  he  makes  their  Cities  thrive. 
And  bids  the  dying  Churches  live.] 
I  The  Righteous  with  a  joyful  Senfe 
Admire  the  Works  of  Providence  j ' 
And  7'ongues  of  Atheifts  (hall  no  more, 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  Saints  adore. 
How  few  with  pious  Care  record 
Thefe  wcnd'rous  Dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
But  wife  Obfervers  ftill  Ihall  find 
Fhe  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  kind. 

Paslivi 


P  S  ^  L  M     (JiX^UA.  2  17, 

Psalm  CIX.     Ver.   1-5.  3V 
Love  to  Enemies  from  the  Example  of  Chriit. 

GOD  of  my  Mercy  and  my  Praiie^ 
Thy  Glory  is  my  Song  \ 
Tho'  Sinners  fpeak  againft^thy  Grace 
With  a  blafpheming  Tongue. 

When  in  the  Form  of  mortal  Man 

Thy  Son  on  Earth  was  found  ; 
With  cruel  Slanders  faUe  and  vain 

They  compafbM  him  around. 
Their  Mis'ries  his  Compaffion  move, 

Their  Peace  he  ftili  purfu'd  ; 
They  render  Hatred  for  his  Love, 

And  Evil  for  his  Good. 
Their  Malice  rag'd  without  a  Caufe, 

Yet  with  his  dying  Breath 
He  pray'd  for  Murd'rers  on  Ivis  Crofs, 

And  bleil  his  Foes  in  Death. 
Lord  fhali  thy  bright  Example  Oiine 

In  vain  before  my  Eyes ; 
Give  me  a  Soul  a-kin  to  thin^. 

To  love  mine  Enemies.. 
The  Lord  fliall  on  my  Side  engagej 

And  in  my  Saviour's  Name 
I  {hall  defeat  their  Pride  and  Rage, 

Who  flander  and  condemn. 
Psalm  CX.     Firji  Part,     Long  Metre, 
Chriil  exalted^  and  MuItJiudes  converted-^    or.  Tic: 
Succejs,  cf  the  Gofpel. 

THUS  the. eternal  Father  fpake 
To  Chriji  the  Son  ;  ''  Afcend  and  fit 
«'  At  my  Right-hand,  'till  1  fnall  make 
**  Thy  Foes  fuhmiffive  at  thy  Feet,, 

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^  ;  3  P  S  .4  L  M    CX. 

2  "■'  From  Zion  fhall  thy  Word  proceed, 
"  Thy  Word,  the  Scepter  in  thy  Hand^ 
<<  Shall  make  the  Hearts  of  Rebels  bleed. 
And  bow  their  Wills  to  thy  Command. 
That  Day  fliall  (hew  thy  Pow'r  is  great. 
When  Saints  fhall  flock  with  willing  Minds 
And  Sinners  ci  owd  thy  Temple-Gate, 
'<  Where  Holinels  in  Beauty  Ihines." 
O  blelTed  Power  !   O  glorious  Day  ! 
What  a  large  Vict'ry  Ihall  enfue  ; 
And  Converts,  who  thy  Grace  obey. 
Exceed  the  Drops  of  Morning-Dew» 

Psalm  CX.    SecovJ  Part.     Long  Metre. 

The   Kivgdoin  and  Priejihood  ^Chrift. 
^"^HUS  the  great  Lord  of  Earth  and  Sea 
X      Spske  to  his  Son,  and  thus  lie  fwore  ; 
'•  Eternal  (hail  thy  Prieilhood  be, 
"^'  And  change  from  Hand  to  Hand  no  more. 
^*  Jaron,  and  all  his  Sons^  muft  die  : 
'•'  But  everlailing  Life  is  thine, 
''  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 
' '  For  Refuge  from  the  Wrath  divine. 
"'  By  me  Mekhifcdec  was  made 
•'  On  Earth  a  'King  and  Prieil  at  once  ; 
-'  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Prieft,  Ihalt  plead  ; 
"-'"  And  Thou,  my  King,  ihalt  rule  my  Sons," 
"yeh'.s  the  Prieft  afcends  his  Throne, 
^A'hile  Ccunfels  of  eternal  Peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  Honour  and  Succefs. 
Thro'  the  whole  Earth  his  Reign  fliall  fpread 
And  crufli  the  Powers  that  dare  rebel  : 
Then  Ihall  he  judge  the  rifmg  Dead, 
And  fend  the  guilty  World  to  Hell.  ^ 


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6  Tho*  while  be  treads  his  glorious  Way, 

,     He  drinks  the  Cup  of  Tears  and  Blood, 

7'he  Sufferings  of  that  dreadful  Day 

Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

Psalm  CX.     Common  Metre. 
Chrifl'j  Kifigdom  and  Priejihood, 

1  ^ESVSy  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  Throne. 
.jT  And  near  thy  Father  fit ; 

In  Zion  (ball  thy  Power  be  known. 
And  make  thy  Foes  fubmit. 

2  What  Wonders  fhall  thy  Gofpel  do  ! 

Thy  Converts  fhall  furpafs 
The  numerous  Drops  of  Morning-Dew, 
And  own  thy  fovereign  Grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  Decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he,  fwore  ;      ^^ 
"  Eternal  fhall  thy  Priefthood  be,. 
*'  Wnen  Jar  on  is  no  more. 

4  "  Melchifedec^  that  wond'rous  Priefl, 

"  That  King  of  high  Degree, 
*<  That  holy  Man  who  Abraham  bled  : 
''  Was  but  a  Type  of  Thee." 

5  yejus  our  Pfieft  for  ever   lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jefus  our  King  for  ever  gives  . 
The  Bleihngs  of  his  Love, 

6  GbD  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  Head, 

And  his  high  Throne  maintain. 
Shall  ftrike  the  Powers  and  Princes  deadg 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  Reign, 

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Psalm  CXI.     Flrfi  Part. 
The  Wifdom  of  GOD  in  his  Works. 

1  CONGS  of  immortal  Praife  belong 
^  To  my  Almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  Heart,  and  he  my  Tongue 
To  ipread  his  Name  abroad. 

2  How  great  theWorks  his  Hand  has  wrought  ! 

HovY   glorious  in  our  Sight  ! 
And  Men  in  every  Age  have  fought 
His  Wonders'  with  Delight. 

3  How  moft  exa(5t  is  Nature's  Frame  ! 

How  wife  th'  Eternal  Mind  ! 
His  Counfels  never  change  tlie  Scheme 
That  his  firft  Thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  Sons, 

He  fix'd  his  Cov'nant  fure  : 
The  Orders  that  his  Lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  Years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  Time,  and  Earth  and  Skies,. 

Thy  heav'niy  Skill  proclaim. 

What  fliall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  Name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  Pow'r,  to  truft  thy  Grace,., 

is  our  divineft  Skill  ! 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  Race 
That  bed  obeys  thy  Will. 

Psalm  CXI.    SecoJid  Part. 
The  Perfections  of  GOD, 
I   r^REAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  Works  of  Might 
^^  Demand  our  nobleft  Songs : 
Let  his  airembled  Saints  unite 
Their  Harmony  of  Tongues. 

2  Great 


PS  ^  L  M    CKIL  22i 

'2  Great  is  the  Mercy  of  the  Lord, 
He  gives  his  Children  Food  ;' 
And  ever  mindfuj  of  his  Word, 
He  makes  his  Promife  good. 
5  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
To  feai  his  Cov'nant  fure  : 
Holy  and  Rev'rend  is  his  Name$ 
His  Ways  are  juft  and  pure. 
4^  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 
Muft  with  his  Fear' begin  ; 
Our  faireft  Proof  of  Knowledge  lies 
In  hating  every  Sin, 
Psalm  CXIL  As  the  1 1 3tb  Pfalmv 
The  Blefflnp  cf  the  liberal  Man. 
I   'T^HAT  Man  is  bleft  who  ftands  in  Awe 
^    OfGoDj.and  loves  his  facred  Law  : 
His  Seed  on  Earth  fhall  be  renown'd  j 
His  Houfe  the  Seat  of  Wealth  fhall  be. 
An  unexhauded  Treafury, 

And  with  fucceffive  Honours  crown'do 
2vHis  lib'ral  Favours  he  extends, 
To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends  : 
A  generous  Pity  fills  his  Mind  : .  . 
Yet  what  his  Charity  impairs,    . 
He  faves  by  Prudence  in  Affairs, 
And  thus  he's  jud  ta  all  Mankind. 

3, His  Hands,  while  they  his  Alms  beftow'd^ 
His  Glory's  future  Harveflfow'd  ; 

The  fweet  Remembrance  of  the  Juil 
Like  a  green  Root  revives  and  bears 
A  Train  of  BlefTmgs  for  his  Heirs, 
When  dying  Nature  fleeps  in  Dufl, 
4  Befet  with  threatening  Dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  fhail  he  maintain  his  Ground  5 


Z2Z  r  i^  ^1  J^  JVl    UAIL 

Kis  Confcience  holds  his  Courage  up  : 
The  SouJ  that's  lili'd  with  Virtue's^Lighc, 
Shines  brighteft  in  AfSiaion's  Night  ° 
And  fees  in  Darknels  Beams  of  Hope. 
Pause. 

5  ["III  Tidings  never  can  furpiize 
His  Heart  that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Tho'  Waves  and  Tempefts  roar  around  : 
Safe  on  a  Rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
Tiie  Shipwreck  of  his  Enemies, 

And  their  Hope  and  Glory  drcwn'd. 

6  7'he  Wicked  Ihall  his  Triumph  fee,. 
And  gnafli  their  Teeth  in  Agony, 

To  tind  their  Expectations  croft  : 
They  and  their  Envy,  Pride  and  Spite, 
Sink  dovv'n  to  everJafting  Night, 

And  all  their  Names  in  Darknefs  loft.] 
Psalm    CXII.    Long  Metre. 

Tl-e  Bkjjings  cf  the  Pious  and  Charitable. 

1  '^HRICE  happy  Man  who  fears  the  Lord, 

^    Loves  hisCommands,  and  trufts  KisWord";., 
Honour  and  Peace  his  Days  attend^ 
And  BlelTmgs  to  his  Seed  defcend. 

2  Compaftion  dwells  upon  his  Mind, 
To  W^orks  of  Mercy  ftill  inclin'd  : 
He  lends  tlie  Poor  fomeprefent  Aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  Times  grow  dark,  and  I'idings   fpread; 
That  fill  liis Neighbours  round  with  Dread, 
His  Heart  is  arm'd  againft  the  Fear, 

,       f^or  God  with  all  his  Pow'r  is  there. 
L4  His  Soul  well  fix'd  upon  the  Lord 

Draws  hcav'nlv  Courage  from  his  Word  ;. 

Amidft 


PSALM   GXII,  CXIII.      223 

Amidft  the  Darknefs  Light  ihall  rile^ 
To  chear  his  Heart  and  blefs  his  Eyes- 
5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  Alms  abroad, 
,  His  Works  are  ftill  before  his  God  ; 
His  Name  on  Earth  fliall  long  remain. 
While  envious  Sinners  fret  in  vain. 
Psalm  CXII.       Common  Metre. 
Liberality  rewarded, 
f   "LJAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
-*--'■   And  follows  his  Commands, 
Who  lends  the  Poor  without  Reward^ 
Or  gives  with  li.b'ral  Hands. 

I  As  Pity  dwells  within  his  Breaft 
To  all  the  Sons  of  Need  ; 
So  God  (liall  anfwer  his  Requell 
With  Bleffings  on  his  Seed. 
}  No  evil  Tidings  fl^iall  furprize 
His  welUftablilh'd  Mind  ; 
His  Soul  to  God,  his  Refuge  flies,. 
And  leaves  his  Fears  behind. 
L  In  Times  of  general  Diftrefs 

Some  Beams  of  Light  fhall  fhine,. 
To  (hew  the  World  his  Righteoufnefs, 
And  give  him  Peace  divine. 
;  His  V/orks  of  Piety  and  Love 
Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  Earth  and  Joys  above 
Shall  be  his  fure  Reward. 

P  s  A  t  M  CXIIL    Proper  Tune. 
ne  Majefty  and  Cofidefcmfton  of  GOD. 
^E  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord,, 
^       The  Honours  of  his  Name  record, 
His  facred  Name  for  ever  bkfs ;        Wh_at= 


224  p  s  ^  L  M  cxm. 

What-e'er  the  circling  Sun  difplays 
His  rifing  Beams,  or  letting  Rays, 

Let  Lands  and  Seas  his  Pow'r  confefs. 

2  Not  Time,  nor  Nature's  narrow  Rounds, 
Can  give  his  v.all:  Dominion  Bounds  ; 

The  Heav'ns  are  far  below  his  Height  5 
Let  no  created  Greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  Might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  Head  to  view 
What  the  brj|ght  Hofts  of  Angels  do,  -. 

And  bends  his  Care  to  mortal  Things  : 
His  fovcreign  Hand  exalts  the  Poor, 
He  takes  the  Needy  from  the  Door, 
And  makes  them  Company  for  Kings. 
\.  When  childlefs  Families  defpair. 
He  fends  the  Bleflings  of  an  Heir, 
To  refcue  their  expiring  Name; 
The  Mother  with  a  thankful  Voice 
Proclaims  his  Praifes  and  her  Joys  ; 
Let  every  Age  advance  his  Fame. 
Psalm  CXIIL     Long  Metre, 
GOD  Sovereign  mid  Gracious. 
WE  Servants  of  th'  Almighty  King,, 
*'    In  every  Age  his  Praifes  fmg ; 
Where  e'er  the  Sun  (hall  rife  or  fet. 
The  Nations  fhall  his  Praife  repeat. 
Above  the  Earth,  beyond  the  Sky 
Stands  his  high  Throne  of  Majefty  ; 
Nor  Time  nor  Place  his  Pow'r  reftrain. 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  Reign. 
Which  of  the  Sons  of  Jdam  dare, 
Or  Angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  Glories  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  Lights  4,  Be- 


P  S  J:  L  M  CXIV.  225 

Behold  his  Love,  he  floops  to  view 

What  Saints  above  and  Angels  do  ;. 

And  condefcends  yet  more  to  know 

The  mean  Affairs  of  Men  below. 

From  Duft  and  Cottages  obfcure 

His  Grace  exalts  the  Humble  Poor  ; 

Gives  them  the  Honour  of  his  Sons, 

And  fits  them  for  their  heavenly  Thrones. 
|>  [A  Word  of  his  creating  Voice 

Can  make  the  barren  Houfe  rejoice  ; 

Tho'  Sarahs  ninety  Years  were  paft. 

The  prom.is'd  Seed  is  born  at  iaft. 
7  W^ith  Joy  the. Mother  views  her  Son, 

And  tells  the  Wonders  God  has  done  ; 

Faith  may  grow  ftrongwhen  Senfe  defpairsf 

If  Nature' fails  the  Promife  bears.] 

Psalm  CXIV. 
Miracles  attending  Ifrael's  Journey. 

i/yrrHEN  Ifral,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  Hand^ 
^^     Left  the  proud  Tyrant  and  his  Land, 
The  Tribes  with  chearful  Homage  own 
Their  King,  and  yW^^  was  his  Throne. 

t  A-crofs  the  Deep  their  Journey  lay  ; 
The  Deep  divides  to  make  them  Way  : 
Jordan  beheld  their  March,,  and  fled 
With  backward  Current  to  his  Head. 

3  The  Mountains  fhook  like  frighted  Sheep^ 
Like  Lambs  the  little  Hillocks  leap  ! 
Not  Sinai  on  her  Bafe  could  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  Pow'r  at  Hand. 

^  What  Pow'r  could  make  the  Deep  divide  ? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  Tide  ? 

Why 


226  P  S  ^  L  M  CXV, 

Why  did  ye  leap,  yc  little  HilJs  ? 

And  whence  the  Fright  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  ev'ry  Mountain,  ev'ry  Flood 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Ifrael :  fee  him  here  ; 
Tremble  thou  Earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  Nature  mourns,. 
The  Rock  to  ftanding  Pools  he  turns  ; 
Flints  fpring  with  Fountains  at  his  Word, 
And  Fires  and  Seas  confefs  the  Lord. 

Psalm  CXV.     Firft  Metre. 
The  true  GOD  our  Refuge  ;  or,  Idolatry  reprov'd. 

1  "^  OT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  Duft, 
-^^    Not  to  ourfelves  is  Glory  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  Juft, 

Thou  only  Gracious,  Wife  and  True. 

2  Shine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  Name ; 
Why  (hould  a  Heathens  haughty  Tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  Shame, 

Say,  ''  Where  s  the  GOD  you've  fervid  fo  Jong  t 

3  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  hi$  Throne 
Above  the  Clouds,  beyond  the  Skies, 
Thro'  all  the  Earth  his  Will  is  done, 

He  knows  our  Groans,  he  hears  our  Cries. 

4  But  the  vain  Idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  Shapes  of  Stone  and  Wood  : 
At  beft  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  Ore, 
A  filver  Saint,  or  golden  God. 

5  [With  Eyes  and  Ears,  they  carve  their  Head  -y^ 
Deaf  are  their  Ears,  their  Eyes  are  blind  j 

In  vain  arc  coftly  Offerings  made, 
And  Vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  Wind, 

6  Their 


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Their  Feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  Hands  to  lave  when  Mortals  pray  y 
Mortals  that  pay  them  Fear  or  Love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

0  Ifr^el,  make  the  Lord  thy  Hope, 

1  hy  Help,  thy  Refuge,  and  thy  Reft ; 
The  Lord  fnall  build  thy  Ruins  up. 
And  blefs  the  People  and  the  Prieft. 
The  Dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  Praif«, 
Tiiey  dwell  in  Silence  in  the  Grave  j 
But  we  fliall  live  to  (ing  thy  Grace, 

And  tell  the  World  thy  Pow'r  to  fave. 

SAL  M  CXV.    Second  Metre.   *As  the  New 

Tune  of  the  50th  Pfalm. 

Popijh  Idolatry  reprov'd. 

A  Pfalm  for  the  ^ih  of  November. 

KIOT  to  our  Nances,  Thou  only  Juft  and  True, 

Not  to  our  worthlefs  Names  is  Glory  due  : 
Thy  Pov^er  asid  Grace,  thy  Truth  and  Jul^ice  da;m 
Immortal  Honours  to  thy  fovVeign  Name 
Shine  thro'  the  Earth  from  Heav'n,  thy  bleft  Abode, 
Nor  let  the  Heathens  fay  :  And  ivhsre's your  God  ? 

(Throne, 
Heav'n  is   thine  higher  Court  :   There  (lands    thy 
And  thro^  the  lower  Worlds  thy  Will  is  done  ; 
OurGoD  fram'd  all  thisEarth,  thefeHeavens  he  fppead, 
But  Fools  adore  the  Gods  their  Ha^nds  have  made  -, 
The  kneeling  Croud,  with  Looks  devout,  behold 
Their  Silver-Saviours,  and  their  Saints  of  Gold. 
[Vain  are  thofe  artful  Shapes  of  Eyes  and  Ears  -, 
The  molten  Image  neither  fees  nor  hears  : 
Their  Hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  Feet  can  move, 
They  have  no  Speech,  nor  Thought,  nor  Power,  nor 
Ye;  fottifhMortalimake  their  longComplaints  (Love: 
To  their  deaf  Idols;  and  their  moveleis  Saints. 

4  The 


228  F  tS  ^  1.  M     CXVi. 

4  The  Rich  have  Statues  well  adorn'd  with  Go'd  ; 
The  Poor  content  with  Gods  of  coarfer  Mould, 
With  Tools  of  Iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  Stock 
Lopt  from  a  Tree,  or  broken  from  a  Rock  ; 
People  and  Prieft  drive  on  the  folemn  Trade, 

And  trull  the  Gods  that  Saws  and  Hammers  made ' 

5  Be  Heaven  and  Earth  amaz'd  !  'Tis  hard  to  fay 
Which  is  more  ftupid,  or  their  Gcds,  or  they. 

O  Ifrael,  tiuft  the  Lord  :  Hs  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  Sorrows  and  rei^ores  thy  Peace  : 
His  Worfhip  does  a  thoafand  Comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  Help-,  and  he  ihine  heavV.ly  Shield. 
6  O  Britain  trult  the  Lord  ;  Thy  Foes  in  vain 
Attempt  thy  Ruin  and  oppofe  his  Re'gn; 
Had  they  prevaiTd  Dsrknefs  had  clos'd  our  Dnyg, 
And  Death  and  Silence  hac  foibid  his  Praife ; 
But  we  a/e  fav'd,  and  live-;  Let  Songs  arife, 
And  Britain  b!efs  the  God  that  built  the  Skies. 

Psalm  CXVL    Flrji  Part, 
Recovery  from  Sicknefs. 
I   T  Love  the  Lord  :  He  heard  my  Cries, 
-"-     And  pity'd  every  Groan, 
Long  as  1  live,  when  Troubles  rife> 
I'll  haften  to  his  Throne. 
I  I  love  the  Lord  :  He  bow'd  his  Ear, 
And  chas'd  my  Griefs  away  : 
O  let  my  Heart  no  more  defpair, 
When  I  have  Breath  to  pray  ! 
3  My  FleOi  decjin'd,  my  Spirits  fell. 
And  I  drew  near  the  Dead, 
While  inward  Pangs  and  Fears  of  Hell 

Perplex'd   my  wakeiul  Head. 
''  My  God,  I  cry'd,  thy  Servant  fave, 

*'  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ; 
"  Thy  Pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  Grave, 
«  Thy  Pow'r  is  all  my  Truft.  ,5  The 


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PSALM  CXYL  2^9 

The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft. 

He  bid  my  Pains  remove  : 
Return,  my  Soul,  to  God  thy  Reft, 

For  thou  haft  known  his  Love. 
My  God  hath  fav'd  my  Soul  from  Desth, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  Tears  : 
Now  to  his  Praife  I'll  fpend  my  Breath, 

And  my  remaining  Years. 
■  P  s  A  L  M  CXVL    12,  &c.    SecondFart. 
Vows  made  in  Trouble  paid  in  the  Cburch  ;  or,  Publick 
Thanks  for  pivaie  Deliverance, 

WHAT  fliall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  Kindnefs  ihown  ? 
My  Feet  ftiali  vifit  thine  Abode, 

My  Songs  addrefs  thy  Throne. 
Among  the  Saints  that  fill  thine  Houfe 

My  Offerings  Ihall  be  paid  ; 
There  (hall  my  Zeal  perform  the  Vows 

My  Soul  in  Anguifti  made. 
How  much  is  Mercy  thy  Delight, 

Thou  ever-bleffed  God  1 
How  dear  thy  Servants  in  thy  Sight  ? 

How  precious  is  their  Blood  ? 
How  happy  all  thy  Servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  Grace  to  me  ! 
My  Life  which  thou  haft  made  thy  Csre, 

Lord,  1  devote  to  Thee. 
Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine. 

Nor  fliall  my  Purpofe  move  ; 
Thy  Hand  has  loos'd  my  Bonds  of  Fain, 

And  bound  me  with  thy  Love. 
Here  in  thy  Courts  I  leave  my  Vow, 

And  thy  rich  Grace  record  : 
Wirnefs,  ye  Saints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  I  fcrfake  the  Lord.  Psalm 


230    F  S  ^  L  M    CXYII,  CXVIIL 
Psalm  CXVIL    Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  GOD  frcm  all  Nations, 

1  r\  All  ye  Nations,  praife  the  Lord,. 
^^  Each  with  a  different  Tongue  ;. 
In  every  Language  learn  his  Word, 

And*  kt  his  Name  be  funs;. 

2  His  Mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  Land  : 

Proclaim  his  Grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  his  Truth  fhall  Hand; 
Praife  ye  tlie  faithful  God. 

Psalm   CXVII.     Long  Metre, 

1  pROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  Skies 
-*■     Let  the  Creator's  Praife  arife  : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  Name  be  fung 
Thro'  evVy  Land,  by  ev'ry  Tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  Mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  Truth  attends  thy  Word  ; 
Thy  Praife  fliall  found  from  Shore  to  ShorCj 
Till  Sun  ihail  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

Psalm  CXVIL  Short  Metre. 

1  ^HY  Name,  Almighty  Lord, 

-■-     Shall  found  thro'  diftant  Lands  : 
Great  is  thy  Grace,  and  fure  thy  Word : 
Thy  Truth  for  ever  ftands. 

2  Far  be  thine  Honour  fpread. 

And  long  thy  Praife  endure, 
Till  Morning  Light  and  Evening  Shade 

Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 
Psalm  CXVIIL  Fir/i  Part,  Ver.  6-- 15. 
Deliverance  from  a  Tumult- 
I  'npHE  Lord  appears  my  Helper. now, 
^      Nor  is  my  Faith  afraid 
What  all  the  Sons  of  Earth  can  do, . 

Since  Heaven  affords  its  Aid.  2  'Tis 


PSALM  CXVIII.  231 

.  Pis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  Thee, 
And  have  my  God  my  Friend, 
Phan  truft  in  Men  of  high  Degree,, 

And  on  their  Truth  depend. 
:  jike  Bees  my  Foes  bgfet  me  round,  «*^ 

A  large  and  angry  Swarm  ; 
jQt  I  (hall  all  their  Rage  confound 
By  thine  Almighty  Arm. 

Tis  thro'  tlie  Lord  my  Heart  is  ftrong. 

In  him  myTips  rejoice; 
^hile  his  Salvation  is  my  Song, 
.  How  chearful  is  my  Voice  ! 
-like  angry  Bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 
'    When  God  appears  they  fly  : 
So  burning  Thorns  with  crack'ling.  Sound 

Make  a  fierce  Blaze,  and  die. 
Joy  to  the  Saints  and  Peace  belongs  ; 

The  Lord  proteds  their  Days  : 
Let  Ifrael  tune  immortal  Songs 

To  his  Almighty  Grace. 
;alm   CXVIir.    Second  Part.    Ver.  .17— 21. 

Publick  Praife  for  Deliverance  from  Death » 

,T   ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  Servant  cry, 
-^     And  refcu'd  from  the  Grave  ; 
Now  fliall  he  live  :  (and  none  can  die, 
;     If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 
Thy  Praife  more  conftant  than  before. 

Shall  fill  his  daily  Breath  ; 
Thy  Hand  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore 

Defends  him  ftill  from  Death. 
Open  tiie  Gates  of  Zion  now. 

For  we  (hall  worfnip  there, 
The  Houfe  where  all  the  Righteous  go 

Thy  Mercy  to  declare.  4  Among 


232  PSALM  cxviir. 

4  Among  th'  Afiemblies  of  thy  Saints 
Our  thankful  Voice  we  raife  ; 
There  vvq  have  told  Thee  our  Complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  Praife. 
Psalm  CXVIII.    Third  Part.    Ver.  22,  23. 
Chrift  the  Foundation  of  the  Church. 

1  "DEhold  the  fure  Foundation  Stone 
-^     Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heav'niy  Hopes  upon. 
And  his  eternal  Praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  Sinners  dear. 

And  Saints  adore  the  Name, 
They  truft  their  whole  Salvation  here, 
,■         Nor  fhall  they  fuffer  Shame. 

3  The  foolifh  Builders,  Scribe  and  Prieft, 

Reje6t  it  with  Difdain  ; 
Yet  en  this  Rock  the  Church  fliall  reft, 

And  Envy  rage  in  vain. 
4^  What  tho'  the  Gates  of  Hell  withftood  ? 

Yet  muft  this  Building  rife  : 
*Tis  thy  own  Work,  Almighty  God, 

And  wondVous  in  our  Eyes. 

Psalm  CXVIII.  Fourth  Part.  Ver.  24,  25,  26.^ 

Hofannaj  the  Lord's- Day,  or.,  CWi^Cs-Refurre^io^., 

and  our  Salvation. 

1  'TpHIS  is  the  Day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

-*■      He  calls  the  Hours  his  own  ; 
Let  Heaven  rejoice,  let  Earth  be  glad, 
And  Praife  furround  thy  Throne. 

2  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  Dead; 

And  Satan's  Empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  Saints  his  Triumph  fpread, 
And  alJ  his  Wonders  tell.  *  3  Hofanna 


PSALM  CXVIII.  233 

Hojanna  to  th'  anointed  King,' 

To  David's  holy  Son  : 
Help  us,  O  Lord  j  defcend  and  brin 

Salvation  from  thy  Throne. 
^  BleH:  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  Men 

With  Meffages  of  Grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  Name, 

To  fave  our  fmful  Race. 

5  Hofanna  in  the  higheft  Strains 

The  Church  on  Earth  can  raife  ; 
The  higheft  Heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  Praife. 

Psalm  CXVIH.     Ver.  22—27.     Short  Metre. 

dn  Hofanna /ir  the  Lara's- Day  ;  or,  A  new  Song  of 

Salvation  by  Chrijl, 

1  QEE  wkat  a  living  Stone 

^  The  Builders  did  refufe  ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  Church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  Scribe  and  angry  Prieft 

Reje(5t  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  Rock  (hall  Zion  reft, 
As  the  chief  Corner-ftone. 

3  The  W^ork,  O  Lord,  is  Thin., 

And  Wondrous  in  our  Eyes  : 
This  Day  declares  it  all  divine. 
This  Day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  Day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  and  fmg,  and  pray. 
Let  ali  the  Church  be  glad, 

5  Hojanna  to  the  King 

r        Of  David's  royal  Blood  1  Blefs 


L^ 


^34  PSALM  CXVIII. 

Blefs  him,  ye  Saints,  lie  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 
6  We  blefs  thine  holy  Word 

Which  all  this  Grace  difplays  ; 
And  offer  on  thine  Altar  Lord, 

Our  Sacrifice  of  Praife. 
Psalm  CXVIII.     ai—ay.     Long  Metre. 
Jn  Hofanna/i?r  the  Lord's- Day  ;  or,  J  new  Song  of 
Salvation  by  Chrift. 
O  !  what  a  glorious  Corner-ftone 
The  Jewijh  Builders  did  refufe  : 
But  God  hath  built  his  Church  thereon, 
In  fpight  of  Envy,  and  the  Jews, 

2  Great  God,  tlie  Worlc  is  all  divine, 
The  Joy  and  Wonder  of  our  Eyes  ; 
This  is  the  Day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  Day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  ar  1  Saints  be  glad: 
Hofannah^  let  his  Name  be  bleft ; 

A  thoufand  Honours  on  his  Head 
With  Peace  and  Light  and  Glory  reft  ! 

4  In  God's  own  Name  he  comes,  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  Race  ; 

Let  the  whole  Church  addrefs  their  King 
With  Hearts  of  Joy,  and  Songs  of  Praile. 
Psalm  CXIX. 

[/  have  colle5led  and  difpefed  the  moft  ufeful  Verfes 
of  this  Pfalm  under  eighteen  different  Heads ^  and  for ?n' 
ed  a  'DWmt  ^ong  upon  each  of  them*  But  the  Ver^\ 
fes  are  vmch  tranjpofed^  to  attain  fome  Degree  fif  Con- 
neolion. 

In  fome  Places^  among  theTFords^hiw^  Comn^ands, 
Judgments,Teflimonies,  I  have  f//^^ofpel,  Word. 

Grace^ 


PSALM    CXIX.  235 

Jrace,  Truth,  Fromifes,  ^c.  as  more  agreeable  to 

le    New  Tejhment^  and   the  common  Language    of 

"hrifiians^   and  it   equally  anfwers  the  Deftgn  of  tha 

'falmift,  which  was  to  recommend  the  holy  Scripture, 

Psalm  CXIX.  Firjl  Part. 

The  Blejfednefs  of  Saints,  and  Mifery  of  Sinners . 

Ver.  I,  2,  3. 

BLESr  are  the  undefil'd  in  Heart, 
Whofe  Ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
:  Who  never  from  thy  Law  depart, 
!       But  fly  from  every  Sin. 
,  B\tdi  are  the  Men  that  keep  thy  Word, 
^       And  practife  thy  Commands  ; 
j  With  their  whole  Heart  they  feek  the  Lord. 
'       And  ferve  Thee  with  their  Hands. 
Ver.   165. 
Great  is  their  Peace  who  love  thy  Lav/  ;    • 

How  firm  their  Souls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  Temptation  draw 
!       Their  fteady  Feet  afide. 
Ver.  6. 
,  Then  fhall  my  Heart  have  inward  JoVj 
And  keep  my  Face  from  Shame, 
When  all  thy  Statutes  I  obey, 
I       And  honour  all  thy  Name. 
*  Ver.  21,  118. 

\  But  haughty  Sinners  God  will  hate. 
The  Proud  fhall  die  accurft  ; 
The  Sons  of  Falfhood  and  Deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  Duft.  "^^ 
Ver.  119,  155. 
'  Vile  as  the  Drofs  the  Wicked  are  : 
And  thofe  that  leave  thy  Vv^ays 
Shall  fee  Salvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  Grace, 

L  P...r.^. 


236  PSALM  CXIX. 

Psalm  CXIX.     Second  Part. 

Secret  Devotion  and  SplritualMhidedneJs ;  or,  ConRam 

Converfe  with  GOD. 

Ver.   147,  55. 

1  'TpO  tliee,  before  the  dawning  Light, 

-*-     IMy  gracious  God  I  pray  ; 
I  meditate  thy  Name  by  Night, 
And  keep  thy  Law  by  Day. 
Ver.  81. 

2  My  Spirit  faints  to  fee  thy  Grace, 

Thy  Promife  bears  me  up  : 
Arid  while  Salvation  long  delays. 
Thy  Word  fuppoits  my  Hope. 
Ver.   164. 
Seven  Times  a  Day  I  lift  my  Hand, 

And  pay  ray  Thanks  to  Thee, 
Thy  righteo\is  Providence  demands 
Repeated  Praife  from  me. 
Ver.  62. 
4  When  Midnight-Darknefs  veils  the  Skies, 
I  call  thy  Works  to  mind  ; 
I^'ly  Thoughts  in  warm  Devotion  rife. 
And  fweet  Acceptance  find. 

Psalm  CXIX.    Third  Part. 

■Trofijfion  of  Sincerity,  Repentance,  and  Obedience, 

Ver.  57,  60. 

1  'T^HOU  art  my  Portion,  O  my  God  ; 

'*■    Soon  as  I  know  thy  Way, 
My  Heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  Word, 
And  fufFers  no  Delay. 

Ver.  30,  14. 

2  I  chufe  the  Path  of  heavenly  Truth, 

And  glory  in  my  Choice  : 
Not  all  the  Riches  of  the  Earth 

Could  make  me  fo  rejoice.  3  The* 


PSALM  CXIX.  237 

The  Tefiimonies  of  thy  Grace 

1  fet  before  my  Eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  Strength, 
And  there  my  Comfort  hes. 
Ver.  59. 
If  once  I  wander  from  thy  Path, 

I  think  upon  my  Ways, 
Then  turn  my  Feet  to  thy  Commands, 
And  truit  thy  pard'ning  Grace. 
Ver.  94,    114. 
Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  Servant,  Lord, 
Thou  art  my  Shield,  my  Hiding-piace  ; 
My  Hope  is  in  thy  Word. 
Ver.   112, 
Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  Heart  of  mine 

Thy  Statutes  to  fulfil  : 
And  thus  till  mortal  Life  ihali  en.d 
Would  I  perform  thy  Will. 

Psalm  CXIX.     Fourth  Fart, 
InJlruSiion  from  Scripture, 
Ver.  9. 
OW  (ball  the  Young  fecure  their  Hearts - 
And  guard  their  Lives  from  Sin  ; 
Thy  Word  the  choiceft  Rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  Confcience  clean. 
Ver.   130. 
When  once  it  enters  to  the  Mind, 

It  fpreads  fuch  Light  abroad. 
The  meanefl:  Souls  Inftru6tion  fmd. 
And  raife  their  Thoughts  to  God, 
Ver.  105. 
*Tis  like  the  Sun,  a  heavenly  Light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  Day  ; 
And  thro'  the  Dangers  of  the  Night, 

A  Lamp  to  lead  our  Way,        L  2        Ver 


H 


2iS  P  S  ^  L  M  CXIX. 

Ver.  99,  loo. 

4  The  Men  that  keep  thy  Law  with  Care, 

And  meditate  thy  Word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  Teachers  are 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.   104,  113. 

5  Thy  Precepts  make  me  truly  wife  ; 

1  hate  the  Sinner's  Road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  Thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  Liw,  my  God. 
Ver.  89,  90,  91. 

6  [The  flarry  Heav'ns  thy  Rule  obey. 

The  Earth  maintains  her  Place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  Servants  Night  and  Day 
Thy  Skill  and  Power;  exprefs. 
-^  But  ftill  thy  Law  and  Gofpel,  Lord, 
Have  LefTons  more  divine  : 
Not  Earth  (lands  firmer  than  thy  Word, 
Nor  Stars  fo  nobly  fhine.] 

Ver.  160,  140,  9,  116. 

0  Thy  Word  is  everlafting  Truth 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  Page  ! 
That  holy  Book  (hall  guide  our  Youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  Age. 

Psalm    CXIX.     Fifth  Part, 

Delight  in  Scripture  ',  or,  the  JFord  of  GOD  awe 

ling  in  us. 

Ver.  97. 

1  r^  How  1  iove  thy  holy  Law  ! 
^^     'Tis  daily  my  Delight  ; 
And  thence  my  Meditations  drav/ 

Divine  Advice  by  Night. 
Ver.  148. 
z  My  waking  Eyes  prevent  the  Day 

To  meditate  thy  Word  :  jV 


My  Soul  with  Longing  melts  away 
To  bear  thy  Gofpel,  Lord. 
Ver.   3,   t3.>54-. 
How  doth  thy  Word  my  Heart  engage  r 

How  well  employ  my  Tongue, 
And  in  my  tirefome  Pilgrimage 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  Song. 
Ver.   19,   103. 
Am  I  a  Stranger,  or  at  Home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  Feaft  ; 
Nor  Honey  dropping  from  the  Comb 
So  much  allures  the  Tafte. 
Ver.  72,   127. 
No  Treafures  fo  enrich  the  Mind  ; 

Nor  fhall  thy  Word  be  fold 
For  Loads  of  Silver  well  refin'd. 
Nor  Heaps  of  choicell  Gold. 
Ver.  28,  49,  175. 
When  Nature  fmks,  and  Spirits  droopj 

Thy  Promifes  of  Grace 
Are  Pillars  to  fupport  my  Hope, 
And  there  1  write  thy  Praife. 

Psalm  CXIX.     Sixth  Part. 
HoUneJs  and  Comfort  from  the  Word. 
Ver.   128. 
T  ORD,  I  efteem  thy  Judgments  right, 
^     And  all  thy  Statutes  juft  3 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  Fight 
With  ev'ry  fiatt'ring  Luft. 
Ver.  97,  9. 
Thy  Precepts  often  1  furvey  : 

i  keep  thy  Law  in  Sight 
Thro'  all  the  Bufinefs  of  the  Day, 
To  form  my  Adions  right, 

L  3  Ve; 


240  PSALM   CXIX. 

Ver.  62. 
3  My  Heart  in  Midnight  Silence  cries, 
"  How  fweet  thy  Comforts  be  ; 
My  Thoughts  in  holy  Wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  Thanks  to  Thee. 
Ver.  162. 
4.  And  when  my  Spirit  drinks  her  Fill, 
At  fome  good  Word  of  thine, 
Not  Mighty  A^en  that  (hare  the  Spoil 
Have  Joys  compar'd  to  mine. 
Psalm  CXIX-    Seventh  Pari. 
'  ImperfeSiion  of  Nature ^  and  Perfe^icn  of  Scripture, 
Ver.  96  paraphras'd. 

1  T    ET  all  the  Heathen  Writers  join 
-*^     To  form  one  perfe6t  Book, 
Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 

How  mean  their  Writings  look. 

2  Not  the  moil  perfect  Rules  they  gave 

Could  ihew  one  Sin  forgiv'n  : 
Nor  lead  a  Step  beyond  the  Grave, 

But  thine  conduct  to  Heaven. 
I've  feen  an  End  to  what  we  call 

Perfeaion  here  below  ; 
How  (hort  the  Pow'rs  of  Nature  fall. 

And  can  no  farther  go. 
^  Yet  Men  would  fain  be  juil  with  God, 
.  By  Works  their  Hands  have  wrought ; 
But  ihv  Commands,  exceeding  broad  . 

iixtend  to  ev'ry  Thought. 
In  vain  we  boad:  Perfedion  here, 

V/hile  Sin  defiles  our  Frame  ; 
And  fmks  our  Virtues  down  fo  far-. 

They  fcarce  deferve  the  Name. 
6  Our  Faith,  and  Love,  and  ev'ry  Grace 

Fall  far  below  thy  Word  j  ^'-^ 


But  perfe6t  Truth  a  ad  Righteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

Psalm  CXIX.     Eighth  Part, 

The  Word  of  GOD  is  the  Saint's  Portion  ;  or,  T/  >^ 

Excelhicy  and  Variety  of  Scripture. 

Ver.   III.    paraphras'd, 

LORD,  I  have  made  thy  Word  my  Cholee, 
My  lading  Heritage  ; 
There  (hall  my  nobleft  Poviers  rejoice. 

My  warmeft  Thoughts  engage, 
V\\  read  the  Hiftories  of  thy  Love, 

And  keep  thy  Laws  in  Sight, 
While  through  the  Promifes  1  rove, 

With  ever-freih  Delight. 
*Tis  a  broad  Land  of  Wealth  unknown. 

Where  Sprmgs  of  Life  arife. 
Seeds  of  immortal  Biifs  are  fown. 

And  hidden  Glory  lies. 

The  beft  Relief  that  Mourners  have. 

It  makes  our  Sorrows  bleft  ; 
Our  faireft  Hope  beyond  the  Grave, 
And  our  eternal  Reft. 

Psalm  CXIX.     Ninth  Part. 
\pefire  of  Knowledge  ;  or,  The  Teaching  of  the  S. 
with  the  Word. 
Ver.  64,  68,  iS. 
i-TTHY  Mercies  fill  the  Earth,  O  Lord, 
-*-     How  good  thy  Works  appear  ! 
Open  rhy  Eyes  to  read  thy  Word, 
And  fee  thy  Wonders  there. 
Ver.  73,125. 
2  My  Heart  was  fsfhion'd  by  thy  Hand, 
My  Service  is  thy  due, 
J  make  thy  Servant  underftand 
The  Duties  he  mud  do.  L  4.        Ver 


242  PSALM  CXIX. 

Ver.   19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  Stranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  Path  be  hid, 
But  mark  the  Road  my  Feet  (liould  go, 
And  be  myconftantGuide. 
Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wandring  Ways, 

Thou  heard *rt  my  Soul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  Teachings  of  thy  Grace, 
Or  I  iliall  flray  again. 

^'^^'  33'  34- 

5  If  God  to  me  his  Statutes  (hew, 

And  heavenly  Truth  impart, 
Hrs  Work  for  ever  I'll  purfue, 
His  Law  fhali  rule  my  Heart. 
Ver.  50,  7 1. 

6  Tliis  v;as  my  Comfort  when  1  bore 

Variety  of  Grief  : 
It  made  me  learn  thy  Word  the  m©re. 
And  fiy  to  that  Relief. 
V^er.   51. 

7  [In  vain  the  Proud  deride  me  now  ; 

V\\  ne'er  forget  thy  Law, 
Nor  let  that  blefled  Gofpel  go 

W^hence  all  my  Hopes  I  draw. 
Ver.  27,  171. 
Wh.en  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  Will, 

rjl  teach  the  World  his  Ways  ; 
My  thankful  Lips  infpir'd  with  Zeal, 

Shall  loud  pronounce  his  Praife.] 

f  s  A  L  M  CXIX.     Tenth  Part. 
PUad'rng  the  Prom'ifeSr 
Ver.  38,  49. 
J   T>Ehold  thy  waiting  Servant,  Lord, 
^     Devoted  to  thy  fear  ;  Remcmb: 


P5^ZM  CXIX.  Mi 

Pvemember  and  confirm  thy  Word, 
For  all  my  Hopes  iare  there. 
Ver.  41,  58,  107. 
Haft  thou  not  writ  Salvation  down, 
And  promised  quick'ning  Grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  Heart  addrefs  thy  Throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  Love  delays. 
Ver.  123.  "42. 
Mine  Eyes  for  thy  Salvation  fail  ; 

O  bear  thy  Servant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  Lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  Hope. 
Ver.  49,  74. 
Didft  thou  not  raife  my  Faith,  O  Lord  ? 

Then  let  thy  Truth  appear  : 
Saints  ihali  rejoice  in  my  Reward, 
And  truft  as  well  as  fear. 

Psalm  CXIX.     Eleventh  Pari-. 
Breathing  after  Hollnefs, 
Ver.  5,  33. 
1^  That  the  Lord  would  guide  my  Ways 
^^    To  keep  his  Statutes  fliil  ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  Grace 
•    To  know  and  do  his  Will  ] 

Ver.  29. 
O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  Law  upon  my  Heart, 
Nor  let  my  Tongue  indulge  Deceit; 
Nor  adt  the  Liar's  Fart. 
Ver.   37,  36. 
From  Vanity  turn  off  my  Eyes  i 

Let  no  corrupt  Defign, 
Nor  covetous  Defires  arife 
Within  this  Soul  of  mifce, 

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244  PSALM  CXIX. 

Ver,  133. 

4  Order  myFootfteps  by  thy  Word, 

And  make  my  Heart  fincere  ; 
Let  Sin  have  no  Dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  Confcience  clear. 
Ver.  176. 

5  My  Soul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray. 

My  Feet  too  often  flip  ; 
Yet  lince  I've  not  forgot  thy  Way 
Reflore  thy  wan'dring  Sheep. 
Ver.  35. 
D  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  Commands, 
'Lis  a  delightful  Road  5 
Nor  let  my  Head,  or  Heart,  or  Hands, 
Offend  againft  my  Gop. 

P  s  A  L  M    CXIX.     Twelfth  Pari. 

Breathing  after  Comfort  and  Deliverance* 

Ver.  153. 

MY  God,  confider  my  Diftrefs, 
Let  Mercy  plead  my  Caufe  : 
'iliough  1  have  fmn*d  againft  thy  Grace, 
i  can't  forget  thy  Laws. 

Ver.   39,  116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  fharp  Reproach, 

Which  I  fo  juftly  fear; 
Uphold  my  Life,  uphold  my  Ropes, 
Nor  let  my  Shame  appear, 
Ver.   122,  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  Surety,  Lord,  for  me. 

Nor  let  the  Proud  opprefs  ; 
But  make  thy  visiting  Servant  fee 
•  The  Shinings  of  thy  Face. 

Ver.  82.     -  . 

My  Eyes  with  Exf  edtation  fail. 

My  Heart  witliin  me  cries,  '*  JVhe^:^ 


P  S  A  L  M  CXIX.  245 

*  "•  TfTyen  will  the  Lord  his  Truth  fulfil^ 
**  And  make  my  Comforts  rife  ? 
Ver.  132. 
;  Look  d'own  upon  my  Sorrows,  Lord, 
And  fhew  thy  Grace  the  fame 
As  thou  art  ever  won't  t' afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  Name. 

Psalm  CXIX.-  Thirteenth  Part. 

Holy  Fear^  and  Tendernefs  of  Cohfcience . 

Ver.   10. 
[  WTlTH  my  wholeHeart  Fve  fought  thyFacC; 
^^    O  let  me  never  ftray, 
From  thy  Commands,  O  God  of  Grace, 
Nor  tread  the  Sinners  Way. 
Ver.   ir. 
I  Thy  Word  I've  hid  within  my  Heart, 
To  keep  my  Confcience  clean. 
And  be  an  everlafting  Guard 
From  ev'ry  rifing  Sin. 

Ver.  63,  .53,  158. 
3  I'm  a  Companion  of  the  Saints,    . 
Who  fear  and  Jove  the  Lord ; 
My  Sorrows  rife,  my  Nature  faints. 
When  Men  tranfgrefs  thy  Word. 
Ver.   16  r,  163. 
4.  While  Sinners  do  thy  Gofpel  wrong, . 
My  Spirit  ftands  in  Awe  ; 
My  Soul  abhors  a  lying  Tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  Law. 
Ver.   167,  120. 
5  My  Heart  with  facred  Rev'rence  hears 

The  Threat'nings  of  thy  Word  ; 
I    My  Fleih  with  holy  Trembling  fears 

The  Judgments  of  the  Lord,  Ver 


xA^C  PSALM   CXIX. 

Ver.   1 66,  174. 
6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 
For  thy  Salvation  ftill  ; 
While  thy  whole  Law  is  my  Delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  Will. 

Psalm  CXIX.     Fourteenth  Part. 
Benefit  of  J fixSlions^  and  Support  under  ihem. 
Ver.   153,  81,  82. 
I   OOnfic^er  all  my  Sorrows,  Lord, 
^^  And  thy  DelivVance  fend  ; 
My  Soul  for  thy  Salvation  faints. 
When  will  my  Troubles  end  ! 
Ver.  71.   _ 
Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  Rod  ; 
AfBic^ions  make  me  learn  the  Law, 
And  live  upon  my  God, 
Ver.  50. 
';  This  is  the  Comfort  I  enjoy 
When  new  Diftrefs  begins  : 
]  read  thy  Word,  I  run  thy  Way, 
And  hate  my  former  Sins. 
Ver.  92. 
c  Had  not  thy  Vv^ord  been  my  Delight 
When  earthly  Joys  were  fled. 
My  Soul,  oppreft  with  Sorrows  Weight, 
Had  funk  amone^ft  the  Dead. 
Ver.  75. 
t  Iknp^v  thy  Judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 
Tho' they  may  feem  fevere  ; 
The  fbarpeft  SuiTtrings  1  endure, 
Flov;  trom  iliy  faithful  Care. 
Ver.  67. 
6  Before  T  knew  thy  chafteningRod, 

My  Feet  were  apt  to  flray  i  But; 


p  S  ^  L  M   CXIX.  247 

But  no\'v-I  learn  to  keep  thy  Word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  Way. 

Psalm  CXIX.  Fiftemth  Part. 

Holy  RefoluUons. 

Ver.  93. 

1  r%  That  thy  Statutes  ev'ry  Hour 
^     Might  dwell  upon  my  Mmd  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  PowV 

And  daily  Peace  I  find. 

Ver.  15,  16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  Precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  fvveet  Employ  ; 
My  Soul  ihill  ne'er  forget  thy  Word, 
Thy  Word  is  all  my  Joy. 
Ver.  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  Commands, 

If  thou  my  Heart  difcharge 
From  Sin  and  Satan's  hateful  Chains, 
And  fet  my  Feet  at  large  ? 
Ver.   13,  46, 

4  My  Lips  with  Courage  fhall  declare 

Thy  Statutes  and  thy  Name  ; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  Word  tho'  Kings  lliould  hear. 
Nor  yield  to  finful  Shame. 
Ver.  6 1,  69,  70, 

5  Let  Bands  of  Perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  Right, 
Let  Pride  and  Malice  forge  their  Lyes^ 
Thy  Law  is  my  Delight. 
Ver.  1 15. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  Race, 

Whofe  Hands  and  Hearts  are  ill  : 
J  love  my  God,  I  love  his  Ways, 
And  mull  obey  his  Will, 
'?^  ■  Psalm 


hs         psalm  cxix. 

P  -s  A  L  M  CXIX.     Sixteenth  Part. 
Prayer  for  quickening  Grace* 

Ver.  25,  57. 

1  TV/fY  Soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  Dufl  5 

■*     Lord,  give  me  Life  divine  ; 
From  vain  Defines  and  ev'ry  Lull 
Turn  off  thefe  Eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  Influence  of  thy  Grace 

To  fpeed  me  in  thy  Way, 
Left  I  fliould  loiter  in  my  Race, 
Or  turn  my  Feet  aftray. 
Ver.  107. 

3  When  fore  Afflidlions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  Pow'rs ; 
Thy  Word  that  I  have  refted  on 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  Hours. 
Ver.  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  Mercies  fov'reign  ftill 

An.d  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  Zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  Road  ? 
Ver.   159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  Heart  thy  Precepts  love. 

And  long  to  fee  thy  Face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  Spirits  move 
Without  enlivening  Grace  ! 
Ver.  93. 

6  Then  ihall  I  love  thy  Gofpel  more. 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  Word, 
When  I  have  felt  it's  quick'ning  PawV 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord* 

Psalm 


PSALM    CXIX.  24^ 

Psalm  CXIX.   Seventeenth  Part, 

Courage  and  Perfeverance  under  Perfecution .;  or,  Grace 

fiiining  in  Difficulties  and  Trials. 

Ver.   t43,  28. 

1  VyHEN  Pain  and  Anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 

^^    All  my  Support  is'from  thy  Word  : 
My  Soul  diffolves  for  Heavinefs  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  firength'ning  Grace. 
Ver.  51,  69,  no. 

2  The  Proud  have  fram'd  their  Scoffs  and  Lyes, 
They  watch  my  Feet  with  envious  Eyes, 
And  tempt  my  Soul  to  Snares  and  Sin  ; 

Yet  thy  Commands,  I  ne'er  dechne. 
Ver.   161,  78. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  Caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  Laws  ; 
.But  i  will  truft  and  fear  thy  Name, 
Till  Pride  and  Malice  die  with  Shame. 

Psalm  CXiX.  Laji  Part. 
SanSliffd  AffiiSiiom  ;  or,  Delight  in  the  JVcrdofGod, 

Ver.  67,  59. 
I  pATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  Hand  3 
*^  How  kind  was  thy  chaftifing  Rod, 
That  forc'd  my  Confcience  to  a  Stand, 
And  brought  my  wan'dring  Soul  to  God  \ 

Foolifh  and  vain  I  went  aftray 
EVe  I  had  felt  thy  Scourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  Guide,  and  loft  my  Way  ; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  Word, 

Ver.  71. 
'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  Yoke, 
For  Pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  StrokCj 
Thsst  I  might  learn  his  Statutes  well, 

Veil 


2^0  P  S  A  j^  M   CXX. 

Ver.  72. 

4  The  Law  that  iffues  from  thy  Mouth 
Shall  raife  my  chear  ul  PafTions  more 
Than  all  the  Treafures  of  the  Scuthy 
Or  Weflern  Hills  ot  golden  Ore. 

Ver.  73. 

5  Thy  Hands  have  made  my  mortal  Frame, 
Thy  Spirit  form'd  my  Soul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  Name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  Death  and  Sin. 

Ver.  74. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
At  my  Salvation  fhall  rejoice  ; 

For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  Word, 
And  made  thy  Grace  my  only  Choice. 
Psalm  CXX. 

Ccmtlaint  of  quarrelfome  Neighbours  j  or,  J  devcut 
WiJhfQv  Peace. 

1  ^HOU  God  of  Love,  thou  Ever-bleft, 

-"-    Pity  my  fuffering  State  -, 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  Soul  at  Refl, 
From  Lips  that  love  Deceit  ? 

2  Hard  Lot  of  mine  !  My  Days  are  caft 

Among  the  Sons  of  Strife, 
Whofe  never  ceafing  Brawlings  wafle 
My  golden  Hours  of  Life. 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  Place, 

How  would  1  chufe  to  dwell 
In  fome  wide  lonefome  Wiidernefs, 
And  leave  thefe  Gates  of  Hell  ! 

4  Peace  is  the  Blelllng  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  Charms  I 
I  am  for  Peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  Arms,  5  New 


PSALM    CX-XL  251 

New  Paffions  ftill  their  Souls  engage, 

And  keep  their  Malice  ftrong  : 
What  fliall  be  done  to  curb  thy  Rage, 

O  thou  devouring  Tongue  ! 
Should  burning  Arrows  fmite  thee  thro', 

Stri<5t  Juftice  would  approve  5 
But  I  had  rather  fpare  my  Foe, 

And  melt  his  Heart  with  Love. 
Psalm  CXXF.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  ProteSiion. 

T  tP  to  the  Hills  I  lift  mine  Eyes, 

^    Th'  eternal  Hills  beyond  the  Skies  ; 

Thence  all  her  Help  my  Soul  derives ; 

There  my  Almighty  Refuge  lives. 

He  lives  ;  the  Everlafting  God, 

That  built  the  World,  that  fpread  the  Flood  | 

The  Heav'ns,  with  all  their  Hoft  he  made. 

And  the  dark  Regions  of  the  Dead. 

He  guides  our  Feet,  he  guards  our  Way  ; 
His  Morning  Smiles  blefs  all  the  Day  : 
He  fpreads  the  Ev'ning  Veil,  and  keeps 
llie  filent  Hours  while  Ifrael  fleeps, 

Ijrad^  a  Name  divinely  blefl, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  refi:  -, 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  Eyes 
xAdmit  no  Slumber,  nor  Surprize. 

No  Sun  (hall  fmite  thy  Head  by  Davj 
Nor  the  pale  Moon  with  fickly  Ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  Couch  ;  no  baleful  Star 
:  Dart  his  malignant  Fire  fo  far. 

Should  Earth  and  Hell  with  Malice  burn, 
Stiil  thou  fnalt  go,  and  ftill  return  j 

Safe 


252  P  is^  L  M    CXXI. 

Safe  In  the  Lord  !  his  heav'nly  Care 
Defends  thy  Life  from  ev'ry  Snare. 
7  On  thee  foul  Spirits  have  no  Pow'r  ; 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  Hour 
Angels  that  trace  the  airy  Road, 
ShaJl  bear  thee  homeward  to  thv  God. 
Psalm    CXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Prefervation  by  Day  and  Night. 

1  'T^O  Heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  Eyes, 

*     There  all  my  Hopes  are  laid  : 
The  Lord  that  built  the  Earth  and  Skies 
Is  my  perpetual  Aid. 

2  Their  Feet  (hall  never  Hide  to  fall. 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  Ear  attends  the  fofteft  Call  ; 
His  Eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  cur  weakeft  PowVs 

With  his  Almighty  Arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  Heurs 
Againit  furprizing  Harm. 

4  I/raei  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  Keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  Eyes  employ  his  Power 
For  thine  eternal  Guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  Sun,  nor  fickly  Moon 

Shall  have  its  Leave  to  fmite  : 
H€  (hields  thy  Head  from  burning  Noon, 
From  blafting  Damps  at  Night. 
b  He  guards  thy  Soul,  he  keeps  thy  Breath, 
Where  thickeft  Dangers  cojne  ; 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  Death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

PsA 


I 


PSALM  CXXI.  253 

Psalm  CXXI.    As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

God  our  Preferver* 

T  jPvvard  I  lift  mine  Eyes, 
^    From  God  is  all  my  Aid  5 

The  God  that  built  tke  Skies, 
And  Earth  and  Nature  made  ; 

God  is  the  Tov-/'r 

To  which  1  fly  ; 

His  Grace  is  nigh 

In  ev'ry  Hour. 
My  Feet  ihall  never  flide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  Snares, 
Since  God  my  Guard  and  Guide, 
X)efends  me  from  my  Fears. 

Thofe  wakeful  Eyes 

That  never  fleep, 

Shall  Jfrad  keep 

When  Dangers  rife. 
No  burning  Heats  by  Day, 
Nor  Blafls  of  Ev'ning  Air, 
Shall  take  my  Health  away. 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 

Thou  art  my  Sun, 

And  thou  my  Shade, 

To  guard  my  Head 

By  Night  or  Noon. 
,  Hall  thou  not  giv'n  thy  Word 
To  fave  my  Soul  from  Death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  Breath  ^ 

V\\  go  and  come. 

Nor  fear  to  die, 
.   Tiil  from  on  high 
•  Thou  call  me  Home.  Fsalm 


^54  P  S  ^  L  M   CXXII. 

Psalm  CXXII.     Common  Metre. 
Goin^  to  Chunk, 

1  T-JOW  did  my  Heart  rejoice  to  hear 
-^ -*■     My  Friends  devoutly  fay, 
''  In  Ziori  let  us  all  appear^ 

''  And  keep  the  fclemn  Day  : 

2  I  love  her  Gates,  I  love  the  Road  ; 

The  Church  adorn'd  with  Grace 
Stands  hke  a  Palace  built  for  God 
To  fhew  his  milder  Face, 

3  Up  to  her  Courts  with  Joys  unknown 

The  holy  Tribes  repair ; 
The  Son  oi'  David  holds  his  Throne 
And  fits  in  Judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  Prai fes  and  Coiiiplaints  ! 

And  while  his  awful  Voice 
Divides  the  Sinners  from  the  Saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  Place,     ' 

And  Joy  a  conflant  Gueft  ! 
With  holy  Gifts  and  heav'nly  Grace 
Be  her  Attendants  blefl  ! 

6  My  Soul  fliall  pray  for  Zicn  fiill, 

While  Life  or  Breath  remains  ; 
There  my  beft  Friends,  my  Kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 
Psalm  CXXII.  Proper  Tune, 
Going  to  Church. 
I   UOW  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I, 

•■^  To  hear  the  People  cry, 
Come^  let  is  J-  ek  cur  GOD  to  Day  ; 
Yes  with  a  chearful  Zeal 
We  ha-ae  to  Z/Ws  HilK 
And  there  our  Vows  and  Honours  pay* 


PSALM  CXXIII.  255 

Zion^  thrice  happy  Place, 

Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  Grace, 
\nd  Walls  of  Strength  embrace  thee  round  ; 

In  Thee  our  Tribes  appear 

To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 
The  facred  Gofpel's  joyful  Sound. 

There  David's  greater  Son 

Has  fix'd  his  Royal  Throne, 
^e  fits  for  Grace  and  Judgment  there ; 

He  bids  the  Saints  be  glad. 

He  makes  the  Sinner  fad, 
\nd  humble  Souls  rejoice  with  Fear. 

May  Peace  attend  thy  Gate, 

And  Joy  within  thee  v>^ait 
To  blefs  the  Soul  of  ev'ry  Guefi: ; 

The  Man  that  feeks  thy  Peace, 

And  wi(hes  thine  Increafe, 
A  thoufand  BlelTlngs  on  him  reft  ! 

My  Tongue  repeats  her  Vows, 

''  Peace  to  this  facred  Houfe  / 
For  there  my  Friends  and  Kindred  dwell ; 

And  fince  my  glorious  God 

Makes  tnee  his  beft  Abode, 
My  Soul  fhall  ever  love  thee  well^- 

Repeat  the  ^th  Stanza  to  compleaiM?^  Tune, 

Psalm  CXXIII. 

Pleading  zuiih  Submijfton. 

r\  Thou  whofe  Grace  and  Juftice  reign 

^^     Enthron'd  above  the  Skies, 

To  thee  our  Hearts  would  tell  their  Pain3 
To  thee  we  lift  our  Eyes. 

As  Servants  watch  their  Mafter's  Handj 
And  fear  the  ang'ry  Stroke  ! 

Or  Maids  before  their  Miftrefs  ftand. 
And  vvait  a  peaceful  Look ;  3  So 


256  PSALM   CXXIV. 

3  So  for  ptir  Sins  we  juftly  feel 

Tliy  Difcjpline,  O  God  ;  ^j 

Yet  wait  the  gracious  Moment  ftill,  1 

Till  thou  remove  the  Rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  Wealth  and  Pleafure  live, 

Our  daily  Groans  deride, 
And  thy  Delays  of  Mercy  give 
Frefh  Courage  to  their  Pride. 

5  Our  Foes  infult  us,  but  our  Hope 

In  thy  Compaflion  lies  ; 
This  Thought  fhall  bear  our  Spirits  up, 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 

Psalm  CXXIV. 
A'Song  for  the  Fifth  of  l>^ovtrc\htv. 

1  "LJAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifrael  faj^ 

*^  Had  not  the  L^rd  maintaii\'d  ott  Side, 
When  Men,  to  malce  our  LWs  a  Prey, 
P.ofe  like  the  fwelling  ,pf  the  Tide  ; 

2  The  fwelling  Tide  liad  ftopt  our  Breath, 
So  dercely  dk)>fiie  Waters  roll. 

We  ha~d  been  fwallow'd  deep  in  Death  ; 
ProudJiVaters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  Soul. 

j  We  leap  for  Joy,  we  fhout  and  fing. 
Who  juft  ^fcap'd  the  fatal  Stroke  ; 
So  fli^'-the  Bird  with  chearful  Wing,  i 

V^ien  once  the  Fowler's  Snare  is  broke.         | 

ajrror  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  Fowler's  curfed  Snare, 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  Sword, 
And  made  our  Lives  and  Souts  his  Care. 

5  Our  Help  is  in  Jehovah's  Name, 
Who  form'd  the  Earth,  and  bulk  the  Skies  ; 

He 


r  i:>  j^  1.  ivi     \^2LAV.  257 

He  that  upholds  that  wond'rous  Frame. 
Guards  his  own  Church  with  watchful  Eyes, 

Psalm  CXXV.  Common  Metre. 
Iha  Saints  Trial  and  Safety. 
[  T  jNfhaken  as  the  facred  Hill, 
^      And  firm  as  Mountains  he, 
Firm  as  a  Rock  the  Soul  fhall  reft 
That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  Thee. 

Not  Walls  nor  Hills  could  guard  fo  well 

Old  Salenis  happy  Ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  Arms  of  Love 

That  ev'ry  Saint  furround. 

While  Tyrants  are  a  fmarting  Scourge 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  Compallion  does  allay 

The  Fury  of  the  Rod. 
Deal  gently.  Lord,  with  Souls  fincere,  ' 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  Gates  of  Paradife, 

Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 
5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  Ways 

That  the  old  Serpent  drew. 
The  Wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  Hell 

Shall  fmite  his  Followers  too. 

Psalm  €XXV.     Short  Metre. 
The  Saints  Trial  and  Safety  j  or,  moderated  JffiMions^ 
I   TJ^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
^     That  reft  their  Souls  on  God  ; 
Firm  as  the  Mount  where  David  dwelt,-- 
Or  where  the  Ark  abode. 

I  As  Mountains  flood  to  guard 
,  ..  The  City's  facted Ground,  {jo 


258  PSALM  CXXVI. 

So  God  and  his  Almighty  Love 

Embrace  his  Saints  around. 
5  What  tho*  the  Father's  Rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  Stroke, 
Yet  left  it  wound  their  Souls  too  deep. 

Its  Fury  (hall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  Faith  and  pious  Fear, 
Whofe  Hope,  and  Love,  and  every  Grac^ 
Proclaim  their  Hearts  fmcere. 

5  Nor  (liall  the  Tyrant's  Rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  Saints  ; 

The  God  of  IJrael  will  fupport 

His  Children,  left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  ftavifh  Fear 

Will  chufe  the  Road  to  Hell, 

We  muft  expert  our  Portion  there 

Where  bolder  Sinners  dwell. 

Psalm  CXXVL    Long  Metre. 
Surprizing  Deliverance. 

1  VfTHEN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  State, 

^^    Joy  was  our  Song,  &  Grace  our  Theme; 
The  Grace  beyond  our  Hopes  fo  great, 
That  Joy  appeared  a  painted  Dream. 

2  The  Scoffer  owns  thy  Hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  Honours  to  thy  Name ; 
While  we  with  Pleafure  Ihout  thy  Praife, 
Which  chearful  Notes  thy  Love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  Fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanifh  fo  5 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  Tears, 
He  makes  our  Joys  like  Rivers  flow. 

4  The 


■   P  S  ^LMCXXVL  259 

The  Man  that  in  his  furrow'd  Field, 
His  fcatter'd  Seed  with  Sadnefs  leaves?     • 
Will  (hout  to  fee  the  Harveft  yield 
A  welcome  Load  of  joyful  Sheaves. 

Psalm  CXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

be  Joy  of  a  remarkable  Converfion  |  or.  Melancholy 
removed. 

TX 7HEN  God  reveai'd  his  gracious  Name, 
^  ^     And  chang'd  -my  mournful  State, 
My  Rapture  feem'd  a  pleafmg  Dream, 
The  Grace  appear'd  fo  great. 

The  World  beheld  the  glorious  Change, 

And  did  thy  Hand  confefs  ; 
My  Tongue  broSce  out  in  unknown  Strains, 

And  fung  furprizlng  Grace. 
"  Great  h  the  Work^  my  Neighbours  cry'd^ 

And  ownM  the  Pow'r  divine  ; 
"  Great  is  the  IVork^  my  Heart  reply'd, 

"   And  he  the  Glory  thine. 
j  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darked  Skies, 
I      Can  give -us  Day  for  Night; 
I  Make  Drops  of  facred  Sorrovv^  rife 

To  Pvivers  of  Delight. 
Let  thofe  that  fow  in  Sadnefs  wait 

Till  the  fair  Harvell  come, 
They  (liall  confefs  their  Sheaves  are  greaij 

And  ihout  the  Bleffings  home. 
Tho'  Seed  lie  buried  loner  in  Duft^ 

:  it  ihan't  deceive  their  Hope  ! 
The  precious  Grain  can  ne'er  be  loll. 

For  Grace  infures  the  Crop. 

■     M  '  PjAT- 


2  6o         P  S  A  L  iVf  CXXVII.' 

Psalm  CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
TheBkJJings  of  GOD  on  theBufmefs  andComfort  of  Life 

1  tF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  Coft 

-■•     And  Pains  to  build  the  Houfe  are  lofl:, 

IF  God  the  City  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  Guards  as  well  may  ileep. 

2  What  if  you  rife  before  the  Sun, 
And  work,  and  toil  when  Day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  your  Bread, 
To  (hun  that  Poverty  you  dread. 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  bleft  ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  Reft  : 
Children  and  Friends  are  Blefiings  too. 
If  God  our  Sovereign  make  them  {6. 

4  Happy  the  Man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  Children,  faithful  Friends  ! 
How  fweet  our  daily  Comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  Love  I 

Psalm  CXXVII.     Common  Metre. 
GOD  all  in  all. 

1  tF  God  to  build  the  Houfe  deny, 
-*•     The  Builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  Towns  v^ithout  his  wakeful  Eye 

An  ufelefs  Watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  Morning  Beams  arife. 

Your  painful  Work  renew, 
And  till  the  Stars  afcend  the  Skies 
Your  tirefome  Toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  Sleep,  and  coarfe  your  Fare  5 

In  vain,  till  God  has  bleft; 
But  if  his  Smiles  attend  your  Care, 
You  fhall  have  Food  and  Reft. 

4  No; 


P  J[  S  L  7kf  CXXVIIL  261 

I  Nor  Children,  Relatives,  nor  Friends, 
Shall  real  Bleflings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  Joys  he  fends. 
If  fent  without  his  Love. 

Psalm    CXXVIII. 
Family  Blejftngs, 
I  r\  Happy  Man,  whofe  Soul  is  fillM 
^^     With  Zeal  and  reverend  Awe  ! 
i(  His  Lips  to  God  their  Honours  yieldj> 
p      His  Life  adorns  the  Law. 
?,  A  careful  Providence  fhall  ftand 
And  ever  guard  thy  Head, 
Shall  on  the  Labours  of  thy  Hand 
Its  kindly  Bleflings  (hed. 
;  Thy  Wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  Vine ; 
Thy  Children  round  thy  Board, 
Each  like  a  Plant  of  Honour  fhine. 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 
i  The  Lord  (hall  thy  heft  Hopes  fulfil 
For  Months  and  Years  to  come  ; 
The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Z/Ws  Hill 
Shall  fend  thee  Bleflings  home. 

;  This  is  the  Man  whofe  happy  Eyes 
Shall  fee  his  Houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  Church  arife. 
Then  leave  the  World  in  Peace, 

PsalmCXXIX. 
Perfecutors  ■puniJVd. 

T  JP  from  my  Youth,  may  IfraeH^ijj 
^    Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  Tears  ; 
My  Griefs  were  conftant  as  the  Day, 
And  tedious  as  the  Years. 

M  2  2  Up 


2  62  PSALM  CXXIX. 

2  Up  from  my  Youth  I  bore  the  Rage, 

Of  all  the  Sons  of  Strife  ; 

Oft  they  afTail'd  my  riper  Age, 

But  not  deftroy'd  my  Life. 

3  Their  cruel  Plow  had  torn  my  Flefli 

With  Furrows  long  and  deep, 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  Wounds  afrefli, 
Nor  let  my  Sorrows  fleep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  Throne, 

And  with  impartial  Eye, 
Meafur'd  the  Mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  Arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  Infolence  furpriz'd 

To  hear  his  Thunders  roll  ! 
And  all  the  Foes  ot  Zion  feiz'd 
With  Horror  to  the  Soul. 

6  Thus  fliall  the  Men  that  hate  the  Saints 

Be  blafted  from  the  Sky  ; 
Their  Glory  fades,  their  Courage  faints, 
And  all  their  Projeds  die. 

7  [What  tho'  they  fiourifli  tall  and  fair. 

They  have  no  Root  beneath  ; 
Their  Growth  fhall  periQi  in  Defpair, 

And  lie  defpis'd  in  Death.] 
6  [So  Corn  that  on  the  Houfe-top  {lands. 

No  Hope  of  Harveft  gives  ; 
The  Reaper  ne'er  (hall  fill  his  Hands,' 

Nor  Binder  fold  the  Sheaves. 
9  It  fprings  and  withers  on  the  Place  i 

No  Traveller  beftows 
A  Word  of  B.'cffing  on  the'^raf?. 

Nor  mind.:  it  as  1 


o 


PSALM  CXXX.  ^253 

Psalm  CXXX.  Common  Metre. 

Pardoning  Grace. 
UT  of  the  Deeps  of  long  Diilrefs, 
The  Borders  of  Defpair, 
I  fent  my  Cries  to  feek  thy  Grace,  . 
My  Groans  to  move  thine  E^f . 

Great  God,  (hould  thy  feverer  Eye,  - 

And  thine  impartial  Hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  Iniquity, 

No  mortal  FleQi  could  iland. 

But  there  are  Pardons  with  m.y  God 

For  Crimes  of  high  Degree  \ 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  Blood 

To  draw  us  near  to  Thee. 
[I  wait  for  thy  Salvation,  Lord, 

With  ftFong  Defires  I  wait ; 
My  Soul  invited  by  thy  Word 

Stands  watching  at  thy  Gate.] 
[Juft  as  the  Guards  that  keep  the  Night 

Long  for  the  Morning  Skies, 
Watch  the  firfl  Beams  of  breaking  Light, 

And  meet  them  with  their  Eyes  : 
So  waits  my  Soul  to  fee  thy  Grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  Openings  of  thy  Face, 

And  finds  a  brighter  Day.] 
Then  in  the  Lord  let  Jfraei  trufl. 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  Face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft. 

And  plenteous  is  his  Grace. 
There's  full  Redemption  at  his  Throne 

For  Sinners  long  enflav'd  ; 
The  great  F^edeemer  is  his  Son  : 

And  .y?i7^/ fhali  be  fav'd.       M3      P>ii^,LM 


2^      PSALM  CXXX,  CXXXI. 

Psalm  CXXX.    Long  Metre. 
Pardoning  Grace. 

1  JpROM  deep  Diftrefs  and  troubl'd  Thoughts, 
^    To  Thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  Cries  : 

If  thou  feverely  mark  our  Faults, 
No  Fle{h  can  ftand  before  thine  Eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  Throne  of  Grace 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  Pardons  there. 
That  Sinners  may  approach  thy  Face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  Pilgrims  wait, 

And  long  and  wifti  for  breaking  Day, 
So  waits  my  Scul  before  thy  Gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  Face  difplay  ? 

4  My  Truft  is  hx'd  upon  thy  Word, 
Nor  fhall  I  truft  thy  Word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  Souls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  Relief  from  all  their  Pain. 

5  Great  is  his  Love,  and  large  his  Grace, 
Thro'  the  Redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  Feet  from  finful  Vv^ays, 
And  pardons  what  our  Hands  have  done. 

Psalm  CXXXL 

HuTTiility  and  Suhmijfwn. 

1  jS  there  Ambition  in  my  Heart  ? 
-■'     Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  ; 
Or  do  I  a<5t  a  haughty  Part  ? 

Lord,  I  appeal  to  Thee. 

2  I  charge  my  Thoughts,  be  humble  ftill. 

And  all  my  Carritge  mild. 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  Will, 
And  quiet  as  a  Child. 

3  The  patient  Soul,  the  lowly  Mind 

Shall  have  a  large  Reward  :  Let 


P  S  ^  L  M    CXXXll.  267 

,  Let  Saints  in  Sorrow  lie  refign'd, 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 
SALM   CXXXII.  5,  13—18     Long  Met 
f/  the  Settlement  of  a  Church  ',  or,  7 he  Ordinatioi 
a  Mmijler. 
'fl/'HERE  fhall  we  go  to  feekand  find 
^^    An  Habitation  for  our  God,  ng 

A  Dwelling  for  th'  eternal  Mind 
Ainongfi  the  Sons  of  Flefli  and  Blood  ? 
The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  Hiii 
Of  Tj'ion  for  his  ancient  Reft  ; 
And  Z'lon  is  his  Dwelling   ftill, 
Kis  Church  is  with  his  Prefence  bleft. 
Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  Throne, 
And  reign  for  ever,  faith  the  Lord  ; 
Here  fliall  my  Power  and  Love  be  known 
And  Bleffings  fhall  attend  my  Word. 
Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  Poor, 
And  fill  their  Souls  with  living  Bread  ; 
Sinners  that  wait  before  my  Door 
With  fv^^eet  Provifions  fnall  be  fed. 
Girded  with  Truth,  and  cloath'd  with  Grace^ 
My  Prices,  my  Minifters  fhall  fhine  ; 
\  Not  Aaron  in  his  coftly  Drefs 

Made  an  Appearance  fo  divine. 
>  The  Saints  unable  to  contain 
I  Their  inward  Joys,  Ihali  thout  and  i\Vi%^ 
The  Son  ot  David  here  fnall  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

1  [J^fa^  ^^^^^1  fee  a  numerous  Seed 
Born  here  t'  uphold  his  glorious  Name  ; 
His  Crov\n  iha!l  flouriQi  on  his  Head 
While  all  his  Foes  are  cloath'd  with  Shame. 

M    4  PsALA-2 


2^4         PSALM  CXXXIL 

AIM  CXXXil.  4,  5,  7,  8,  15--17  Com.Met, 

A  Church  ejiablijh'd. 
•'^0  Sleep  nor  Slumber  to  his  Eyes 
^  ]~         Good  David  would  afford, 
JTil!  he  had  found  below  the  Skies 

A  Dwelling  for  the  Lord. 
The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  Name^ 
^       His  Ark  was  fettled  there  : 
To  Zlon  the  whole  Nation  came. 

To  worfnip  thrice  a  Year. 
But  we  have  no  fuch  Lengths  ta  go, 

3  Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 

Where- e'er  thy  Saints  afiemble  now  J 

There  is  a  Houfe  for  God.] 
Pause. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  Grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy  Reft^ 
Lo  !  thy  Church  waits  with  longing  Eyes 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  Train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  tliy  Word  ; 
AD  that  the  Ark  did  once  contain  • 

Could  no  fuch  Grace  afford. 
FTere,  miglity  God,  accept  our  Vows, 

Here  let  thy  Praife  be  fpread  ; 
,  T^lefs  the  Provifions  of  thy  Houfe, 

And  fill  thy  Poor  with  Bread. 
Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign. 

Let  God's  Anointed  Ihine  ; 
-      Jullice  and  Truth  his  Court  maintain;, 

Witli  Love  and  Pow'r  divine. 
8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  Throne, 

And  as  his  Kingdom  grows, 
Frefli  Honours  fnail  adorn  liis  Crown, 

And  Shame  confound  his  Foes.         Psalm 


P  S  ^  L  M    CXXXiil.         267 

Psalm  CXXXIil.  Common  Metre. 
Brotherly  Love* 
T   O5  what  aa  entertaining  Sight 
-*-'     Are  Brethren  that  agree, 
Brethren  whofe  chearful  Hearts  unite 

In  Bands  of  Piety  ! 
When  Streams  of  Love  from  Chrift  the  Spring 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  Soul, 
And  heav'n]y  Peace  with  balmy  Wing 

Shades  and  bedews  the  Whole. 
'Tis  hke  the  Oil  divinely  fweet 

On  AaroJis  rev'rend  Head, 
The  trickling  Drops  perfum'd  his  Feet, 

And  o'er  his  Garments  fpread, 
'Tis  pleafant  as  the  Morning  Dews 

That  fall  on  ^hr{%  Hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  Glory  diews. 

And  makes  his  Grace  diftil. 

Psalm  CXXXIIL    Short  Metre. 
Cofnmumon  of  Saints :  or.  Love  andWorplpin  aFamU^, 

1  T>LEST  are  the  Sons  of  Peace, 

^     Whofe  Hearts  and  Hopes  are  one, 
Whofe  kind  Defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Through  all  their  Adtions  run.  ^ 

2  Bleft  is  the  pious  Houfe 

Where  Zeal  and  Friendfliip  meet, 
Their  Songs  of  Praife,  their  mingled  Vows 
Make  their  Communion  fweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  Head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  Perfume, 
The  Oil  thro'  all  his  Raiment  fpread,    . 
And  Pkafure  fill'd  the  Room. 

M  5^  4  Thua 


2  68  P  S^LMCXXXlllCX.XXlY, 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  Hills 
The  Saints  are  bleft  above, 
Where  Joy  like  Morning  Dew  diftils. 

And  all  the  Air  is  Love. 
Psalm  CXXXIII.    As  the  i22^PfaIm» 
The  Bleffings  of  Fricndjlnp. 

1  T-JOW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 

•*--^  Kindred  and  Friends  agree. 
Each  in  their  proper  Station  move, 

And  each  fulfil  their  Part 

With  fynipathizing  Heart, 
\^  ail  the  Cares  of  Life  and  Love  ! 

2  *Tis  like  the  Ointment  fhed 
On  Jarons  facred  Head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet  ;''.^>^, 

The  Oil  thro'  all  the  Room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  Perfume, 
Ran  thro'  his  Robes,  and  bleft  his  Feet, 

3  Like  fruitful  Show'rs  of  Rain 
That  water  all  the  Plain, 

Defcending  from  the  neighbouring  Hills  ; 
Such  Streams  of  Pleafure  roll 
Thro'  every  friendly  Soul, 
Where  Love  like  heavenly  Dew  diftils. 

Repeat  the  firji  Stanza  to  compkat  the  Tune. 
Psalm  CXXXIV. 
Daily  and  Nightly  Devotion.  •, 

1  \^E  that  obey  th'  Immortal  King,  ^ 

^       Attend  his  holy  Place  ;  \ 

Bow  to  the  Glories  of  his  Power,  J 

And  blefs  his  wondrous  Grace.  ( 

2  Lift  up  your  Hands  by  Morning-light, 

And  fend  your  Souls  on  high  ; 
Raii'e  your  admiring  Thoughts  by-  Night 
Above  the  ftarry  Sky.  3  T!;e 


!  PSALM    CXXXV.  2^9 

The  God  of  Zio7i  chears  our  Hearts 

With  Rays  of  quickning  Grace  ; 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  Heavens  abroad. 

And  rules  the  fwelling  Seas. 
s  AL  M  CXXXV.   1-4,  14,19-21.  FlrJiPari-. 
Long  Metre. 
The  Church  is  GOD's  Houfe  and  Care. 
pRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  Name, 
^   While  in  his  holy  Courts  ye  wait. 
Ye  Saints  that  to  his  Houfe  belong. 
Or  ftand  attending  at  his  Gate. 
t  Praife  ye  the  Lord ;  the  Lerd  is  good  , 
To  praife  his  Name  is  fweet  Employ : 
Ifrael  he  chofe  of  old,  and  Hill 
His  Church  is  his  peculiar  Joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  Saints  ; 
He  treats  his  Servants  as  his  Friends ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  ComplaintSj 
Repents  the  Sorrows  that  he  fends, 

4  Thro'  every  Age  the  Lord  declares 

His  Name,  and  breaks  th'  OppreiTor's  Rod  5 
He  gives  his  fuffering  Servants  Reft,     . 
And  will  be  known  TV  Almighty  GOD, 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  Love, 
People  and  Priefts  exalt  his  Name  : 
Amongft  his  Saints  he  ever  dwells  ; 
His  Church  is  his  Jerufakm. 

Psalm  CXXXV.    Ver.  5—12.  Second  ParU 

The   Works   of  Creation^  Providence^  Redemption  r 

Ifrael,  and  Dejtru^ion  of  Enemies, 

I  /^REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
^-^  Above  all  Powers,  and  every  Throne  ; 

Whate'e  i 


£70  PSALM  CXXXV. 

Whate'er  he  pleafe  in  Earth  and  Sea, 
Or  Heaven,  or  HelJ,  his  Hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  Command  the  Vapours  rife, 

The  Lightnings  fiafh,  the  Thunders  roar  ; 
He  pours  tlie  Rain,  he  brings  the  Wind 
And  Tempert  from  his  airy  Store. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  Tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,  thro'  thy  Oubborn  Land  ; 
When  aJl  thy  firfl-born,  Beafts  and  Men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  Hand. 

4  What  mighty  Nations,  mighty  Kings 

He  flew,  and  their  vvliole  Country  gave  , 

To  Lraely  whom  his  Hand  redeem'd. 
No  more  to  be   proud  Pharaoh's  Slave. 
.  His  Power  the  fame,  the  fame  his  Grace, 
That  fsvcs  us  from  the  Hofts  of  Hell  ; 
And  Heaven  he  gives  us  to  poiTefs, 
Whence  thofe  Apoftate  Angels  fell. 

Psalm  CXXXV.  Common  Metre. 
Fraije  due  to  GOD^  net  to  Idols. 
•     A  WAKE,  ye  Saints  :  To  praifeyour  King 
^^^  Your  fweeteil  PalTions  raife, 
Vcur  pious  Pleafure,  while  you  fing, 
•  increafmg  with  the  Praife. 
?.  Great  is  the  Lord  ;   and  Works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  Employ  : 
But  rtill  his  Saints  are  near  his  Throne, 

His  Treafure  and  his  Joy. 
Heaven,  Earili,  and  Sea  ccnfefs  his  Hand  ; 

He  bids  the  Vapours  rife  ; 
Lightning  and  Storm  at  his  Command 
Sweep  tl\ro'  the  founding  Skies, 

A  All 


P  S  A  L  MCXXXVI.  271 

All  Power  that  Gods  or  Kings  have  claim'd 

Is  found  with  him  aione  ; 
But  Heathen  Gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nam'd 

Where  oux  Jebovd/skno^n. 
Which  of  the  Stocks  and  Stones  they  truft 

Can  give  them  Show'rs  of  Rain  ? 
\   In  vain^hey  worlhip  glitt'ring  Dull, 

And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 
3  [Their  Gods  have  Tongues  that  cannot  talk. 

Such  as  their  Makers  gave  : 
Their  Feet  were  ne'er  defign'd  to  walk. 

Nor  Hands  have  Pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  Eyes,  their  Ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  Mortals  pray  3 
Mortals  that  wait  for  their  Relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8  O  Britain^  know  thy  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  Faith  and  Fear  ; 

He  makes  thy  Churches  his  Abode, 

And  claims  thine  Honours  there. 

Psalm  CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

GOD^s  Wonders  of  Creation^  Providence^  Redemption 
of  Ifrael,  and  Salvation  of  his  People. 

1  /^IVE  Thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord  1 
^-^    His  Mercies  Jim  endure^ 

And  be  the  King  of  Kings  ador'd, 
His  Truth  is  ever  fure. 

2  What  Wonders  hath  his  Wifdom  done  ! 

How  mighty  is  his  Hand  I 
^    Heav'n,  Earth  and  Sea,  he  fram'd  alone  : 
Ho%v  wide  rs  his  Command  I    ■ 

3  Tlie 


2  72         PSALM  CXXXVL 

3  The  Sunfupplies  the  Day  with  Light  : 

How  bright  his  Counfels  Jhine  ! 
The  Moon  and  Stars  adorn  the  Night  : 
His  Works  are  all  divine. 

4  [He  ftruck  the  Sons  of  Egypt  dead  : 

How  dreadful  is  his  Rod  ! 
And  thence  with  Joy  his  People  led  : 
How  gracious  is  our  GOD  ! 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  Sea  in  two  ; 

His  Arm  is  great  in  Might  : 
And  gave  the  Tribes  a  Paffage  thro'  ; 
His  Power  and  Grace  unite, 

6  But  Pharaoh's  Army  there  he  drown'd  ; 

How  glorious  are  his  Ways  ! 
And  brought  his  Saints  thro*  defart  Ground  : 
Eternal  be  his  Prfiife. 

^  Great  Monarchs  fell  beneath  his  Hand  y 
Vicarious  is  his  Sword', 
While  Ifrael  took  the  promis'd  Land  : 
And  faithful  is  his  Word,] 
g  He  faw  the  Nations  dead  in  Sin  ; 
He  felt  his  Pity  move  : 
How  fad  the  State  the  World  was  in  \ 
How  boundlefs  was  his  Love  ! 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  Woe  ; 

His  Goodnefs  never  fails  ; 
From  Death  and  Hell,  and  every  Foe  ; 
Andflill  his  Grace  prevails, 

10  Give  Thanks  to  God  the  heavenly  King  ; 

His  Mercies Jlill  endure. 
Let  the  whole  Earth  his  Fraifes  fing  \ 
His  Truth  is  ever  fur e. 

Psalm 


PSALM  CXXXYI. 


273 


I    P  s  A  L  M  CXXXVI.     As  the  14*8/^  Pfalm. 

/^IVE  Thanks  to  God  moft  High, 
^^    The  univerfal  Lord  ; 
The  fovereign  King  of  Kings  : 
And  be  his  Grace  ador'd. 

His  Power  and  Grace 

Arefiill  the  fame  5 

Ayid  let  his  'Name 

Have  endlefs  Praife. 
How  mighty  is  his  Hand  f 
What  Wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  Earth  and  Seas, 
And  fpread  the  Heavens  alone. 

Thy  Mercy,  Lord^ 

Shall Jiill  endure  ^ 

And  everfure 

Abides  thy  Word, 

His  Wifdom  fram'd  the  Sun 
To  crown  the  Day  with  Light ; 
The  Moon  and  twinkhng  Stars 
To  chear  the  darkfome  Night, 

His  Power  and  Grace 

Areftill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  Name 

Have  endlefs  Praife, 
[He  fmote  the  firft-born  Sons, 
The  Flower  of  Egypt^  dead  : 
And  thence  his  chofen  Tribes 
With  Joy  and  Glory  led, 

Thy  Mercy,,  Lord^ 

Shalljiill  endure  j 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  Word. 


K¥m 


274        PSALM  CXXXVI. 

5  His  Power  and  liftdd  Rod 
Cleft  the  Red-Sea  in  two  ; 
And  for  his  People  made 
A  wondrous  PaiTage  thro*. 

His  Pcwer  and  Grace 
Arejlill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  Najne 
Have  endlefs  Pra'ife. 

6  But  Cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  Hod  he  drown'd  ; 
And  brought  his  Ifrael  fafe 
Thro'  a  long  defart  Ground. 

T:hy  Mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  ft  ill  enaure  j 
And  ever  fur e 
Abides  thy  Word, 

Pause. 

7  The  Kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  Hand  ; 
While  his  own  Servants  took 
PoffefTion  of  their  Land. 

His  Power  and  Grace 
Are  Jiill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  ISlame 
Have  endlefs  Praife."] 

8  He  faw  the  Nations  lie, 
All  perilhing  in  Sin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  State 
The  ruin'd  World  was  in. 

Thy  Mercy,  Lord, 
Shall jUll  endure ; 
And  ever  Jure 
Abides  thy  fFofd, 


H 


4 


PSALM   CXXXVL        275 

He  fent  his  on]y  Son 
To  fave  us  from  our  Woe, 
From  Satan^  Sin  and  Death, 
And  every  hurtful  Foe. 

His  Power  and  Grace 

Arefvl  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  Name 

Have  endlefs  Praife, 

)  Give  Thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heavenly  King  : 
And  let  the  fpacious  Earth 
Kis  Works  and  Glories  fing. 
Thy  Merely     Lord^ 
Shall /till  endure  y 
And  ever  Jure 
Abides  thy  Word. 
»  s  A  L  M    CXXXVL  Abridged.  LongMetre. 

/^IVE  to  our  God  immortal  Praife  ! 
^^  Mercy  and  Truth  are  all  his  Ways  1 
J'Foiiders  of  Grace  to  God  belongs 
Repeat  his  Mercies  in  your  Song. 

Give  to  the  Lord  of  Lords  R.enown, 
The  King  of  Kings  with  Glory  crown  3 

His  Mercies  ever  jhall  endure^ 

fVhen Lords  and  Kings  are  known  no  more. 

He  built  the  Earth,  he  fpread  the  Sky, 

And  fix'd  the  fiarry  Lights  on  high  : 

Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  he  long  ^ 

Repeat  his  Mercies  in  your  Song, 

He  fills  the  Sun  with  Morning  Light, 
He  bids  the  Moon  dire6l  the  Niglit  ; 
His  Alercies  ever  foall  endure^ 

;  i/z  Suns  and  Moons  (hall  fnine  no  more. 

5  The 


^76        P  S  ^  L  M   CXXXVIII. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  Hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  Land  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belongs 

Repeat  his  Mercies  in  your  Song. 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  Sin, 
And  felt  his  Pity  work  within  : 
His  Mercies  ever  Jhall  endure^ 

When  Death  and  Sin  (hall  reign  no  7nore. 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  Power  to  fave 
From  Guilt  and  Darknefs,  and  the  Grave  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong. 

Repeat  his  Mercies  in  your  Song. 

8  Thro'  this  vain  World  he  guides  our  Feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  Seat  : 

His  Mercies  ever  Jhall  endure. 

When  this  vain  World  (hall  be  no  more. 

Psalm    CXXXVIII. 

Rejloring  and  Prejerving  Grace, 

1  "TITITH  all  my  PowVs  of  Heart  and  Tongue 

^^    V\\  praife  my  Maker  in  my  Song  ; 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  Notes  1  raife, 
Approve  the  Song,  and  join  the  Praife. 

2  Angels  that  make  thy  Church  their  Care 
Shall  witnefs  my  Devotions  there, 

While  holy  Zeal  dire6ls  my  Eyes  J 

To  thy  fair  Temple  in  the  Skies.]  1 

3  I'll  fing  thy  Truth  and  Mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  fing  the  Wonders  of  thy  Word  ; 
Not  all  thy  Works  and  Names  below 
So  much  thy  Power  and  Glory  Ihow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  Troubles  rofe  j 

He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  Foes  :  ■ 

He 


PSALM  CXXXIX.         277 

He  did  my  rifing  Fears  controul, 

And  Strength  diffus'd  through  all  my  Sou], 
J  The  God  of  Heav'n  maintains  his  State, 

Frowns  on  the  Proud,  and  fcorns  the  Great, 

But  from  his  Throne  defcends  to  fee 

The  Sons  of  humble  Poverty, 
)  Amidft  a  thoufand  Snares  1  (land 

Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  Hand  ; 

Thy  Words  my  fainting  Soul  revive. 

And  keep  my  dying  Faith  alive. 
1  Grace  will  compleat  what  Grace  begins, 

To  fave  from  Sorrows,  or  from  Sins  : 

The  Work  that  Wifdom  undertakes 

Eternal  Mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  FirftParU  Long  Metre. 
Tloe  M-fesing  GOD. 

[  T   ORD, Thou  haft  fearch'd, and  feen  me  thro'; 
^^  Thine  Eye  commands  with  piercingView 
My  rifmg  and  my  refting  Hours, 
My  Heart  and  Fleih  with  all  their  Powers. 

>  My  Thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 

Art  to  my  God  diftindly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  Words  1  mean  to  fpeak 

E'er  from  my  opening  Lips  they  break, 
»  Within  thy  circling  Power  I  ftand 

On  every  Side  I  find  thy  Hand  : 

Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 
f.  Amazing  Knowledge,  vaft  and  great  ' 

What  large  Extent  !  What  lofty  Height  ! 

My  Soul  with  ail  the  Powers  I  boaft, 

is  m  the  boundlefs  Froipe6t  loft, 

50 


2  78       PSALM  CXXXIX. 

5  O  may  iheje  Thoughts  pojfejs  my  Brea/f^ 
Tf'here-eer  I  rove,  where- eer  1  reji  ! 
Nor  let  my  weaker  Pajjions  dare 
Confent  to  Sin  ^  for  God  is  there. 

Pause  I. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove. 
To  quit  thy  Service  and  thy  Love, 
"Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  Prefence  fiuin. 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  Giory  run  ? 

7  If  up  to  Heaven  I  take  my  Flight, 
'Tis  there  thou  dweirft  enthrbn'd  in  Light; 
Or  dive  to  Hell,  there  Vengeance  reigns. 
And  Sata>i  groans  beneath  thy  Chains. 

8  If  mou'nted  on  a  Morning-Ray 
I  fiy  beyond  the  Wcjhrn  Sea, 
Thy  fwifter  Hand  wou'd  firft  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  Fugitive. 

9  Or  fhould  I  try  to  (bun  thy  Sight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  Veil  of  Night, 
One  Glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  Ray 
Wou'd  kindle  Darknefs  into  Day. 

10  O  may  theje  Thoughts  pojfefs  my  Breajl^ 
Where- e'er  I  rove,  ivhere-eer  I  reft  I 
Nor  let  my  weaker  Pajjions  dare 
Ccnjent  to  Sin,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause  II. 

11  The  Veil  of  Night  is  no  Difguife, 

No  Screen  from  thy  All-fcarching  Eyes  ; 
Thy  Hand  can  feize  thy  Foes  as  foon 
Thro'  Midnight  Shades  as  blazing  Noon. 

12  Midnight  and  Noon  in  this  agree. 
Great  God  they're  both  alike  to  Thee, 
Not  Death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  Hell  lies  naked  to  his  Eye. 

13  0 


PSALM  CXXXIX.  279 

13  0  may  thefe  Thoughts  pojpfs  my  Breaji^ 
Where-eer  I  rove^  zvhere-eer  I  reft  ! 
Nor  let  my  weaker  PaJJtms  dare 
Confent  to  Sin^  for  Gad  is  there. 

jPsALM  CXXXIX.   Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
TJje  wonderful  Formation  of  Man. 
5npWAS  from  thy  Hand,  my  God,  I  came 

-^    A  Work  of  fuch  a  curious  Frame  j 
In  me  thy  fearful  Wonders  fhine. 
And  each  proclaim  thy  Skill  divine, 

2  Thine  Eyes  did  all  my  Limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  Confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  Grovs^th  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  Model  of  thy  Book.      "* 

3  By  Thee  my  growing  Parts  were  natn'd. 
And  what  thy  fovereign  Councils  fram'd. 
The  breathing  Lungs,  the  beating  Heart, 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  Art. 

4  At  laft  to  fhew  my  Maker's  Name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  Image  on  my  Frame, 
And  in  feme  unknown  A4oment  join'd 
The  finilh'd  Members  to  the  Mind. 

5  There  the  young  Seeds  of  Thought  began. 
And  all  the  PafTions  of  the  Man, 

Great  God,  our  Infant  Nature  pays 
Immortal  Tribute  to  thy  Praife. 
Pause. 

6  Lord,  fmce  in  my  advancing  Age 
I've  a6led  on  Life's  bufy  Stage, 

Thy  Thoughts  of  Love  to  me  furmount 
The  Pov/er  of  Numbers  to  recount. 

7  1  could  furvey  the  Ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  Sand  that  makes  the  Shore, 

Before 


2  8o        PSALM   CXXXIX. 
Before  my  fwifteft  Thoughts  could  trace 
The  numerous  Wonders  of  thy  Grac«. 

8  Thefe  on  my  Heart  are  ftill  impreft, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  Eyes  to  Reft  j 
And  at  my  waking  Hour  1  find 
God  and  his  Love  poflefs  my  Mind. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.    Vnrd  Part,   Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  profej}^  and  Grace  tryd  j   or,   The  Heart 
fearching  GOD. 

1  VytY  God,  what  inward  Grief  I  feel 

iVJ.  When  impious  Men  tranfgrefs  thy  Will  I 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  Lips  protane. 
Take  thy  tremendous  Name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  Soul  deteft  and  hate 
The  Sons  of  Malice  and  Deceit  ? 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  Laws  and  Thee, 
I  count  them  Enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  Soul,  try  every  Thought 
Though  my  own  Heart  accufe  me  not. 
Of  walking  in  a  falfe  Difguife, 

I  beg  the  Trial  of  thine  Eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  Mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  Sin  ? 
O  turn  my  Feet  when-e'er  1  ftray. 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfed  Way. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  Fir/i  Part.  CommonMetre. 
GOD  is  every  where. 

1  iN  all  my  vaft  Concerns  with  Thee 
-■-    In  vain  my  Soul  would  try 

To  (hun  thy  Prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  Notice  of  thine  Eye. 

2  Thy  all- furroun ding  Sight  furveys 

My  Rifing  and  my  Reft, 


PSA  L  M    CXXXIX.        28^1 
My  publick  Walks,  my  private  Ways, 
And  Secrets  of  my  Breaft. 
5  My  Thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  Lips  pronounce  the  Word, 
He  knows  the  Senfe  1  mean. 

L  O  wondrous  Knowledge,  deep  and  high  \ 
Where  can  a  Creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  Arms  1  lie, 
Befet  on  every  Side. 
;  So  let  thy  Grace  furround  me  ftill. 
And  like  a  Bulwark  prove. 
To  guard  my  Soul  from  every  111, 
Secur'd  by  fovereign  Love. 

Pause. 

)  Lord,  where  (hall  guilty  Souls  retire 
Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  Hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  Fire, 
In  Heav'n  thy  glorious  Throne. 
1  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  Breath 
To  'fcape  the  Wrath  divine, 
Thy  Voice  would  break  the  Bars  of  Death, 
And  make  the  Grave  refign. 
\  If  wing'd  with  Beams  of  Morning-Light 
I  fly  beyond  the  JVeft^ 
Thy  Hand,  which  muft  fupport  my  Flight, 
Wou'd  foon  betray  my  Reft. 
)  If  o'er  my  Sins  I  think  to  draw 
The  Curtains  of  the  Night, 
Thofe  flaming  Eyes  that  guard  thy  Law 
Wou'd  turn  the  Shades  to  Light. 

10  Th© 


32       PSALM    CXXXIX. 

10  The  Beams  of  Noon,  the  Midnight-Hour 
Are  both  ahke  to  Thee  : 
O.  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  Povv^'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 
P  s  A  L  M  CXXXIX. .S^^5/7^/P^;-/.Common  Metre, 
The  IVifdom  of  GOD  in  the  Formation  of  Man, 

1  T  X  rHEN  1  with  pleafing  Wonder  ftand, 

^^    And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  Work  ;  1  own  thy  Hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  Clay. 

2  Thy  Hand  my  Heart  and  Reins  pofTell 

Where  unborn  Nature  grew  j 
Thy  Wifdom  all  my  Features  trac'd. 
And  all  my  Members  drew. 

3  Thine  Eye  with  niceft  Care  furvey'd 

The  Growth  of  every  Part ; 
Till  the  whole  Scheme  thyThoughts  had  laid 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  Art. 

4  Heav'n,  Earth,  and  Sea,  and  Fire  and  Wind 

Shew  me  thy  wondrous  Skill  ^ 
Eut  I  review  my  felt,  and  find 
Diviner  Woneiers  ftill. 

5  Thy  awful  Glories  round  me  fhine, 

My  Flefli  proclaims  thy  Praife  ; 
Lord,  to  thy  Works  of  Nature  join 
Thy  Miracles  of  Grace. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.     14,  17,  18.  Third  Fart, 
Common  Metre. 
The  Mercies  of  GOD   innumerable. 
An  Evening  Pfalm. 
I  T  ORD,  when  I  count  thy  Mercies  o'er, 
•^  TheyOrike  me  with  Surprize  ; 
Not  all  the  Sand  that  fpread  the  Shore, 
To  equal  Numbers  rife.  2  M} 


PSALM  CXLT,  CXLII.      283 

My  FJeili  with  Fear  and  Wonder  ftands. 

The  Produd  of  thy  Skill, 
And  hourly  Blcffings  from  thy  Hands 

Thy  Thoughts  of  Love  reveal. 

Thefe  on  my  Heart  by  Night  I  keep  % 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  1 
O  may  the  Hour  that  ends  my  Sleep 
Still  find  my  Thoughts  with  Thee. 
Psalm  CXLI.     Ver.  2,  3,  4,  5. 
Watchfulnefs  and  Brotherly  Reproof, 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Ffalm. 

MY  God,  accept  my  early  Vows, 
Like  Morning  Incenfe  in  thine  Hcufe, 
And  let  my  nightly  Worlhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  Evening  Sacrifice. 
Watch  o'er  my  Lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rafh  and  heedlefs  Word  ; 
Nor  let  npiy  Feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  Path  where  Sinners  lead, 
O  may  the  Righl»eous,  when  I  ftray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandring  Way  ! 
Their  gentle  Words,  like  Ointment  fhed. 
Shall  never  brulfe,  but  cheer  my  Head. 
When  I  behold  them  prefl:  with  Grief, 
I'll  cry  to  Heaven  for  their  Relief  ; 
And  by  my  warm  Petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  Love. 
Psalm  CXLIL 
GOD  is  the  Hope  of  the  Helphfs. 

'T^O  God  I  made  my  Sorrows  known, 
-■'    From  God  I  fought  Relief  ; 
In  long  Complaints  before  his  Throne 

I  po^ir'd  out  all  my  Grief.         N         2  ^Ty 


2  34        PSALM   CXLIII. 

2  My  Soul  was  overwhelm^  with  Woes, 

My  Heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  Burdens  knows, 
He  knows  the  Way  I  take. 

3  On  every  Side  I  caft  mine  Eye, 

And  found  my  Helpers  gone, 
While  Friends  and  Strangers  paft  me  by 
Negleded  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  Cry, 

And  call'd  thy  Mercy  near, 
*'  Thou  art  my  Portion  when  1  die, 
"  Be  thou  my  Refuge  here. 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low. 

Now  let  thine  Ear  attend, 
And  make  my  Foes  who  vex  me  know 
Tve  an  Almighty  Friend. 

6  From  my  fad  Prifon  fet  me  free. 

Then  Ih all  I  praife  thy  Name, 
And  holy  Men  ihall  join  with  me, 
Thy  Kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

Psalm  CXLIII. 
Complaint  of  heavy  JffiiSiions  in  Mind  and  Body. 
\  TV/lY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
•*^-*  Hear  when  I  fpread  my  Hands  abroad. 
And  cry  for  Succour  from  thy  Throne, 
O  make  thy  Truth  and  Mercy  known. 

2  Let  Judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  Servant  pleads  thy  Grace  : 
Should  Jurtice  call  us  to  thy  Bar,1 
No  Man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  Pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  Woes  that  burthen  me  j 

Dowi 


PSALM  CXLIII.  i^s 

Down  to  the  Duft  my  Life  is  brought. 
Like  one  long  buryM  and  forgot. 

.  I  dwell  in  Darknefs  and  unfeen, 
My  Heart  is  defolate  within  : 
My  Thoughts  in  mufing  Silence  trace 
The  ancient  Wonders  of  thy  Grace, 

;  Thence  I  derive  a  Glimpfe  of  Hope 
To  bear  my  finking  Spirits  up ; 
I  ftretch  my  Hands  to  God  again, 
And  third  like  parched  Lands  for  Rain, 

)  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  fmiling  Face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  Joys  on  Earth  remove. 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  Love  ? 

'  My  God,  thy  long  Delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  Prifoner  to  the  Grave ; 
My  Heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  Eye  i 
Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die. 

t  The  Night  is  Witnefs  to  my  Tears, 
Diftreffing  Pains,  diftreffing  Fears  ; 

0  might  1  hear  thy  Morning  Voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  Powers  rejoyce  ! 

I  In  Thee  I  truft,  to  Thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  heavy  Soul  on  high  j 
For  Tliee  fit  waiting  all  the  Day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  Hours  away. 

0  Break  off  my  Fetters,  Lord,  and  (how. 
Which  is  the  Path  my  Feet  (hould  go  : 
If  Snares  and  Foes  befet  the  Road, 

1  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God,  ^ 
k  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  V/iJl, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  Hill : 

■N.2  Let 


lU  PSALM  CXLIV. 

Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  Love 

Comduvfl  me  to  thy  Courts  above. 
12  Then  (hall  my  Soul  no  more  complain, 

The  Tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; 

And  Fleil-i,  that  was  my  Foe  before. 

Shall  never  vex  my  Spirit  more. 

Psalm  CXLIV.  Firji  Part.  Ver.  i,  2, 

Jjjijlance  and  Vi£lory  in  the  fpiritual  Warfare » 
J  I?OR  ever  bielTed  be  the  Lord, 

^    My  Saviour  and  my  Shield  ; 

He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  Word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  Field. 

2  When  Sin  and  Hell  their  Force  unite, 

He  makes  my  Soul  his  Care, 
Inftrudls  me  to  the  heavenly  Fight, 
And  guards  me  thro'  the  War. 

3  A  Friend  and  Helper  fo  divine 

Does  my  weak  Courage  raife  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  Victory  mine. 
And  his  (liall  be  the  Praife. 
.Psalm    CXLIV.  SecondPart.  Ver.  3,  4,  5^6 

The  Vanity  of  Man^  and  Condefcention  of  GOD 
J   T   OR-D,  what  is  Man,  poor  feeble  Man, 
•^  Born  of  the  Earth  at  firfi  ? 
His  Life  a  Shadow,  light  and  vain. 
Still  hading  to  the  Duft. 

2  O  what  is  feeble  dying  Man, 

Or  any  of  his  Pvace, 
That  God  fhould  make  it  his  Concern 
To  vifit  him  with  Grace  ? 

3  That  God  who  darts  his  Lightnings  down 

Who  fliakes  the  Worlds  above. 
And  Mountains  tremble  at  his  Frown, 
How  wond'rcus  is  his  Love  !  FsA%ij 


P  S  ^  L  M  CXLIV,CXLV.     287 

Psalm  CXLIV.  Third  Part.  Ver.  12--15. 

Grac£  above  Riches  ;  or,  The  happy  Nation, 
TTAPPY  the  City,  where  their  Sons 
,    -*^  Like  Pillars  round  a  Palace  fet, 
i   And  Daughters  bright  as  polifli'd  Stones 
i   Give  Strength  and  Beauty  to  the  State. 
I  Happy  the  Country,  where  the  Sheep, 
Cattle,  and  Corn,  have  large  Increafe  5 
Where  Men  fecurely  work  or  lleep. 
Nor  Sons  of  Plunder  break  the  Peace. 
5  Happy  the  Nation  thus  endow'd. 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe 
On  whosn  the  All-fufficient  God 
Himfelf  with  all  his  Grace  beftovrs. 

Psalm  CXLV.     Long  Metre, 
The  Grsatnefe  of  GOD. 

1  \/f  Y  GaD,  my  King,  thy  various  Praife 
^^  Shall  fill  the  Remnant  of  my  Days  ; 
Thy  Grace  employ  my  liumble  Tongu« 
Till  Death  and  Glory  raife  the  Song. 

2  The  Wings  of  evVy  Hour  (hall  bear 
Some  thankful  Tribute  to  thine  Ear  ; 
And  every  fetting  Sun  fhall  fe^ 
New  Works  of  Duty  done  for  Thee, 

3  Thy  Truth  and  Juface  Til  proclaim  5 
Thy  Bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  Stream  5. 
Thy  Mercy  fwift  5  thine  Anger  flow. 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  Foe. 

4  Thy  Works  with  fovVeign  Glory  fhine  ; 
And  fpeak  thy  Majefty  divine  ; 

IjQX  Britain  round  her  Shores  proclaim 
'i'he  Sound  and  Honour  of  thy  Name. 

J  N  2  5  Let 


288         F  S  A  L  M  CXLV. 

5  Let  dillant  Times  and  Nations  raife 
The  long  Succeffion  of  thy  Praife  : 
And  unborn  Ages  make  my  Song 

The  Joy  and  Labour  of  their  Tongue. 
«  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wondrous  Deeds  ? 
Thy  Greatnefs  aJl  our  Thoughts  exceeds  5 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  Ways, 
Vaft  and  ina^ortal  be  thy  Praife. 
Psalm  CXLV.  I"7,ii--i3.  FirflParU 
The  Greatnefs  of  GOD, 
1  T  ONG  2s  I  live  rii  blefs  thy  Name, 
•^  My  King>   my  God  of  Love  ; 
Ivly  Work  and  Joy  fliall  be  the  fame, 
In  the  bright  World  above. 
1  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  Power  unknown. 
And  let  his  Praife  be  great  ; 
I'll  fing  the  Honours  of  thy  Throne, 
Thy  Works  of  Grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  Grace  fliall  dwell  upon  my  Tongue  ; 

And  while  my  Lips  rejoice, 
The  Men  that  hear  my  iacred  Song 
Shall  join  their  chearful  V^oice. 

4  Fathers  to  Sons  fliall  teach  thy  Name, 

And  Children  learn  thy  Ways  ; 
Ages  to  come  thy  Truth  proclaim, 
Arid  Nations  found  thy  Praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  Deeds  of  ancient  Date 

Shall  through  the  World  be  known  ; 
Thine  Arm  of  Power,  thy  heavenly  State 
With  publick  Splendor  fliown. 

6  The  W^orld  is  manag'd  by  thy  Hands, 

Thy  Saints  are  rul'd  by  Love  ;        ^ 
*And  thine  eternal  Kingdom  ftands,  Jq^^  ^^ 
Tho*  Rocks  and  Hills  remove. 


M' 


F  IS  jS.  JU  M  CXi^V.  289 

Psalm  CXLV.     Second  Fart.     Ver.  7,  ^r. 
TheGoodneJsofGOD, 
qWEET  is  the  Mem'ry  of  thy  Grace, 
*^  My  God,  my  Heavenly  King  ; 
Let  Age  to  Age  thy  Righteoufnefs 

In  Sounds  of  Glory  ling. 
God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  Goodnefs  to  the  Skies  ; 
Through  the  whole  Earth  his  Bounty  fhines. 

And  evVy  Want  fupplies. 
With  longing  Eyes  thy  Creatures  wait 

On  Thee  for  daily  Food, 
Thy  liberal  Hand  provides  their  Meat, 

And  fills  their  Mouths  with  Good. 
Haw  kind  are  thy  Compaflions,  Lord  ! 

How  flow  thine  Anger  moves  ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pardoning  Word 

To  chear  the  Souls  he  loves. 

Creatures  with  all  their  endJefs  Race 

Thy  Power  and  Praife  proclaim  ; 
But  Saints  thattafte  thy  rfcher  Grace 

Delight  to  blefs  thy  Name. 
Psalm  CXLV.    14,  17,  ^r.  Third  Part. 
Mercy  to  Sufferers  ;  or,  GOD  hearing  Prayer, 
T  ET  every  Tongue  thy  Goodnefs  fpeak, 
■'^  Thou  fovereign  Lord  of  all  ; 
Thy  flrengthning  Hands  uphold  the  Weak^ 

And  raife  the  Poor  that  fall, 
When  Sorrow  bows  the  Spirit  down. 

Or  Virtue  lies  diftreft- 
Beneath  fome  proud  OppreiTor's  Frown, 

Thou  giv'ft  the  Mourners  ReiL 

N  4  3  Th-3 


290  PSALM  CXLVI. 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  tottering  Days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  Youth  : 
Holy  and  Juft  are  all  his  Ways, 
And  all  his  Words  are  Truth. 

4  He  knows  the  Pain  his  Servants  fe«I, 

He  hears  his  Children  cry. 
And  their  beft  Wilhes  to  fulfil 
His  Grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  Mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From  Men  of  Heart  fmcere  ; 
He  faves  the  Souls,  whofe  humble  Love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  Fear. 

6  [His  Rubborn  Foes  his  Sv?ord  fliall  flay, 

And  pierce  their  Hearts  with  Pain; 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  (hall  fiy, 

'*  they  fought  his  Aid  in  vain.] 
y  [My  Lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his  Praife, 

And  fpread  his  Fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  Sons  of  Adam  raife 

The  Honours  of  their  God.] 

P  s  A  L  M  CXLVr.     Long  Adetre. 
Pra'ije  to  GOD  for  bis  Gosdnefs  and  Truth. 

1  13  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  My  Heart  fliall  join 
*     In  Works  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  ; 
Now  while  the  Flelh  is  mine  Abode, 

And  when  my  Soul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  fhall  employ  my  noblefl:  Powers, 
While  Immortality  endures  ; 

My  Days  of  Praife  (hall  ne'er  be  paft. 
While  Life  and  Thought  and  Being  laft, 

3  Why  fhould  I  make  a  Man  my  Trufl  ? 
Prmces  nauft  die  and  turn  to  Duft  j 

Thei 


PSALM  CXLVL  cv 

Their  Breath  departs,  their  Pomp  and  P( 

And  Thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  Hour, 
\  Happy  the  Man,  whofe  Hopes  rely 

Or  Ifrael's  God  ;  He  made  the  Sky, 

And*^Earth,  and  Seas,  with  all  their  Train,. 

And  none  (hall  find  his  Promife  vain. 
:5  His  Truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  : 

He  faves  th'  Oppreft,  he  feeds  the  Poor  ; 
\    He  fends  the  labouring  Confcience  Peace^ 
1     And  grants  the  Prifoner  fweet  Releafe. 
'6  The  Lord  hath  Eyes  to  give  the  Blind  ; 

The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  Mind  ^ 

He  helps  the  Stranger  in  Diftrefs, 

The  Widow  and  the  Fatherlefs. 
7  He  loves  his  Saints,  he  knows  them  well^ 

But  turns  the  Wicked  down  to  Hell  : 

Thy  God,  O  2ion^  ever  reigns  ; 

Praife  him  in  everlaftiiio:  Strains. 


Psalm  CXLVL    As  the  113^^^  Pfalm» 

Proife  to  GOD  for  his  Goodnefs  and  Truth. 
YTL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  Breath  ; 
-*-   And  when  my  Voice  is  lofi:  in  Death 

Praife  fliall  employ  my  nobler  Pow'rs  t 
My  Days  of  Praife  fliall  ne'er  be  paft, 
W^hile  Life  and  Thought  and  Being  hft^ 

Or  Lmmortality  endures. 
Why  (hould  I  make  a  Ma^  my  Truft  % 
Princes  mufl  die  and  turn  to  Duft  ; 

Vain  is  the  Help  of  Fiefh  and  Blooa  ;: 
Their  Breath  departs,  their  Pomp  and  Fos^^ 
And  Thoughts  all  vanifh  in  r.:i  Hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  Promife  good. 


992        PSALM  CXLVII. 

3  Happy  the  Man  whofe  Hopes  rely 
On  IJraeFs  God  -,  He  made  the  Sky, 

And  Earth  and  Seas  with  ail  their  Train  ; 
His  Truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  : 
He  faves  th'  Oppreft,  he  feeds  the  Poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  Promife  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  Eyes  to  give  the  Blind  : 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  Mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  Confcience  Peace, 
He  helps  the  Stranger  in  Dirtrefs, 
The  Widow  and  the  Fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  Pris'ner  fweet  Releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  Saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  Wicked  down  to  Hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion^  ever  reigns  ; 
Let  every  Tongvie,  let  every  Age, 
in  this  exalted  Work  engage  : 

Praife  him  in  everlafling  Strains. 

6  ril  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  Breath, 
And  when  my  Voice  is  loft  in  Death 

Praife  fnall  employ  my  nobler  Powers  : 
My  Days  of  Praife  (l^.all  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  Life  and  Thought  and  Being  laft, 
Or  Lnmortality  endures. 

Psalm    CXLVIL     Flrft  Part, 
The  Divine  Nature^  Providence^  and  Grace. 
\  pRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  'Tis  good  toraife 
*^    Our  Heans  and  Voices  in  his  Praife  : 
FJis  Nature  and   his  Works  invite 
To  make  this  Duty  our  Delight. 
1  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufatemy 
3   And  gathers  Nations  to  his  Name  : 
■His  Mercy  melis  the  ftubborn  Sou!, 
And  makes  the  broken  Spirit  whole,  3  He 


[         P  S\A  L  iVf  CXLtlL'       .295 

"  He  form'd  the  Stars  thofe  heav'nly  Flames, 
■He  counts  their  Numbers,  calls  their  Names, 
iHis  Wifdom  vaft,  and  knows  no  Bound, 
A  Deep  where  all  our  Thoughts  are  drown'd. 
Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  Might ; 
And  all  his  Glories  infinite  : 
^He  crowns  the  Meek,  rewards  the  Juft,  '  ^• 
I  And  treads  the  Wicked  to  the  Dull. 

P  A  U  S  E* 

iSing  to  the  Lord,    exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  Clouds  all  round  the  Sky| 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  Rain, 
Nor  lets  the   Drops  defcend  in  vain. 
He  makes  the  Grafs  the  Hills  adorn. 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  Fields  with  Corn  5- 
The  Beafts  with  Food  his  Hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  Ravens  when  they  cry. 
What  is  the  Creatures  Skill  or  Force 
The  fprightly  Man,  the  warlike  Horfcp 
The  nimble  Wit,  the  adive  Limb  ; 
All  are  too  mean  Delights  for  him. 
But  Saints  are  lovely  in  his  Sight  : 
He  views  his  Children  with  Delight  : 
He  fees  their  Hope,  he  knows  their  Fear^ 
And  looks  and  loves  his  Image  there. 

Psalm   CXLVIL  Second  Part, 
Summer  and  Winter. 
A  Song  for  Great-  Britain, 
r\  Britain,  praife  thy  mighty  God, 
^^    And  make  his  Honours  known  abroad  1 
He  bid  the  Ocean  round  tkee  flow  : 
Not  Bars  of  Brafs  could  guard  thee  (o, 

2  Thj 


294        P  B  A  L  M  CXLVII. 

2  Thy  Children  are  feciire  and  bleO: ; 
Thy  Shores  have  Peace,  thy  Cities  Reft  ; 
He  feeds  thy  Sons  with  fineft  Wheat, 
And  adds  his  BlefTing  to  their  Meat. 

3  Thy  changing  Seafons  he  ordains. 
Thy  early  and  thy  larer  Rains  j 
His  Flakes  of  Snow  like  Wool  he  fends, 
And  tl.us  the  fpringing  Corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  Froft  he  ftrews  the  Ground  ; 
His  Hail  defcends  with  clatt'ring  Sound  : 
Where  is  the  Man  fo  vainly  bold. 
That  dares  deny  his  dreadful  Cold  ? 

5  He  bids  the  Southern  Brezes  blow  5  « 
The  Ice  dilTolves,  the  Waters  flow  :  " 
But  he  hath  nobler  Works  and  Ways 
To  call  the  Brit-ons  to  his  Praife. 

6  To  all  the  Ille  his  Laws  are  Ihown  ; 
His  Gofpel  through  the  Nation  known  ; 
He  hath  not  thus  revealed  his  Word 
To  ev'ry  Land  :  Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

P  s  A  L  M  CXLVIL     7-9,  13-18.    Com.  Me 

The  Senfons  of  the  year, 
I  '\TI7lTH  Songs  and  Honours  founding  loud, 
^^    Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  Heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  Cloud, 
And  W^aters  veil  the  Sky.  .  ] 

1  He  fends  \\\^  Show*rs  of  Blclling  down 

To  chear  the  Plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  Grafs  the  Mountains  crown. 

And  Corn  in  V^alleys  grow. 
3  He  gives  the  grazing  Ox  his  Meat, 

He  hears  the  Ravens  cry  5 


PSALM  CXLVIII,  295 

But  Man  who  tailes  his  fineft  Wheat 

Should  raife  his  Honours  high. 
His  fteady  Counfels  change  the  Face 

Of  the  dechning  Year  ; 
He  bids  the  Sun  cut  (hort  his  Race, 

And  wint'ry  Days  appear. 
His  hoary  Froft,  his  fleecy  Snow, 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  Ground  5 
The  liquid  Streams  forbear  to  flow. 

In  Icy  Fetters  bound. 
When  from  his  dreadful  Stores  on  high 

He  pours  the  ratt'ling  Hail, 
The  Wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 

Shall  find  his  Courage  fail. 
He  fends  his  Woid  and  melts  the  Snow, 

The  Fields  no  longer  mourn  j 
He  calls  the  warmer  Gales  to  blow. 

And  bids  the  Spring  return. 
The  changing  Wind,  the  flying  Cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  Word  : 
With  Songs  and  Honour  founding  loud, 

Praife  ye  the  Sov'reign  Lord. 

Psalm  CXLVIII.    Proper  Metre. 
Praife  to  GOD  from  all  Creatures, 
:  \rE  Tribes  of  Adam^  join 

*     With  Heaven,  and  Earth,  and  Seas, 
And  offer  Notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  Praife, 
Ye  holy  Throng 
Of  Angels  bright. 
In  Worlds  of  Light 
Begin  the  Song. 

2  The 


2^6         PSALM  CXLV  III. 

2  Thou  Sun  with  dazzling  Rays, 
And  Moon  that  rules  the  Night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  Praife, 
With  Stars  of  twinkling  Light. 

His  Power  declare, 
Ye  Floods  on  high. 
And  Clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  Air. 

3  The  (hining  Worlds  above 
In  glorious  Order  ftand, 
Or  in  fwift  Courfes  move. 
By  his  fupreme  Command. 

He  fpake  the  Word, 
And  all  their  Frame 
From  Nothing  came 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  Wheels 
In  unknown  Ages  paft, 

And  each  his  Word  fulfils 
While  Time  and  Nature  laft. 

In  different  Ways 

His  Works  proclaim 

His  wondrous  Name, 

And  fpeak  his  Praife. 

Pause. 

5  Let  all  the  Earth-born  Race, 
And  Mongers  of  the  Deep, 
The  Fifh  that  cleave  the  Seas, 
Or  in  their  Bofom  fleep, 

From  Sea  and  Shore 
Their  Tribute  pay, 
Andftill  difplay 
Their  Maker's  Power. 


6  Yc 


P  S  ^  L  M  CXLVIII.         297 

5  Ye  Vapours,  Hail,  and  Snow, 
Praife  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  Winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  Word. 

When  Lightnings  Ihine, 

Or  Thunders  roar, 

Let  Earth  adore 

His  Hand  divine. 
7  Ye  Mountains  near  the  Skies, 
With  lofty  Cedars  there. 
And  Trees  of  humbler  Size 
That  Fruit  in  Plenty  bear  ; 

Beafts  wild   and  tame, 

Birds,  Flies  and  W^orms, 

In  various  Forms 

Exalt  his  Name. 
S  Ye  Kings  and  Judges  fear 
The  Lord,  the  fovereign  King  | 
And  while  you  rule  us  here. 
His  heavenly  Honours  ling  : 

Nor  let  the  Dream 

Of  Power  and  State 

Make  you  forget 

His  Power  fupreme. 

9  Virgins,  and  Youths,  engage 
To  found  his  Praife  divine, 
While  Infancy  and   Age 
Their  feebler  Voices  join  : 

Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  Name  be  fung 
By  every  Tongue 
In  endiefs  Strains. 

10  Let  all  the  Nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above  1 

He 


He  brings  his  People  near, 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  Love  : 

While  Earth  and  Sky 

Attempt  his  Praife, 

His  Saints  (hall  raife 

His  Honours  high. 

Psalm  CXLVIII.  Paraphraid'm  LongMetre. 
Univerjal  Praije  to  GOD.  j 

1  T  OUD  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

^-^  From  diflant Worlds  whereCreatures  dwell  : 

Let  Heav'n  begin  the  folemn  Word, 

And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  Hell. 

Note,  This  Pfalmmaybe  fung^to  the  Tune  of  the 

old  1 1 2th  cr  1 27th  Pfalm^  //  ihefe  two  Lines  be  added 

to  every  Stanza  (viz.) 

Each  of  his  Works  his  Name  difplays. 
For  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  Praife. 
Oiherwife  it  mujl  hefung  to  the  ufual  Tunes  of  fhi- 
Long  Metre. 

2  The  Lord  !  how  abfolute  he  reigns  ! 
Let  evVy  Angel  bend  his  Knee  ; 
Sing  of  his  Love  in  heav'nly  Strains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  Terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  Throne  his  Glories  dwell. 
An  awtul  Throne  of  fhining  Blifs  : 
Fly  thro'  the  World,  O  Sun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  Beams  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake  ye  Tempers,  and  his  Fame 
In  Sounds  of  dreadful  Praife  declare  ; 
And  the  fweet  Whifper  of  his  Name 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  Breeze  of  Air, 

5  Let 


P  S  ^  L  M    CXLVIIL        299 

Let  Clauds,  and  Winds,  and  Waves  agree 
T©  join  their  Praife  with  blazing  Fire  ; 
Let  the  firm  Earth  and  rolling  Sea 
la  this  eternal  Song  confpire. 
Ye  fiow'ry  Plains  proclaim  his  Skill  i 
Vallies  lie  low  before  his  Eye  ; 
And  let  his  Praife  from  ev'ry  Hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighboring  Sky. 
Ye  fiubborn  Oaks,  and  {lately  Pines, 
Bend  your  high  Branches  and  adore  : 
Praife  him,  ye  Beafts,  in  difFrtnt  Strains  j 
The  Lamb  muft  bleat,  the  Lion  roar. 
i  Birds,  ye  muft  make  his  Praife  your  Theme, 
Nature  demands  a  Song  from  you  ; 
While  the  dumb  Fifh  that  cut  the  Stream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  Praifes  too. 

)  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  Tongue, 
When  Nature  all  around  you  fings  ? 
G  for  a  Shout  from  Old  and  Young, 

I  From  humble  Swains  and  lofty  Kings  ! 
10  Wide  as  his  vaft  Dominion  lies 

Make  the  Creator's  Name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  Thunder  fhout  his  Praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  Throne. 

II  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  Word  ! 
O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  Tongue  ! 

But  Saints  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  Song. 
12  Speak  of  the  Wonders  of  that  Love 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  Chord  : 
From  all  below  and  all  above, 
Loud  Hallelujah's  to  the  Lord. 

Psalm 


Psalm  CXLVIII.     Short  Metre. 
Vniverfal  Ptaife, 

1  T  ET  ev'ry  Creature  join 

-■^  To  Praife  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  heav'nly  Hofts,  the  Song  begin. 
And  found  his  Name  abroad. 

2  Thou  Sun  with  golden  Beams, 
.    And  Moon  with  paler  Rays, 

Ye  ftarry  Lights,  ye  twinkling  Flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  Praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  Worlds  above, 

And  fix*d  their  wond'rous  Frame  ; 
By  his  Command  they  (land  or  move, 
-And  ever  fpeak  his  Name. 

4  Ye  Vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  Show'rs  or  Snow, 
Ye  Thunders  murmuring  round  the  Skies, 
His  Pow'r  and  Glory  (how. 

5  Wind,  Hail,  and  flafliing  Fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  m  dreadful  Storms  confpire 
To  execute  his  Word. 

6  By  all  his  Works  above 

His  Honours  be  exprefl:  ; 
But  Saints  that  tafte  his  faving  Love 
Should  fing  his  Praifes  beft. 

Pause   L 

7  Let  Earth  and  Ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  Praife  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  Worlds  below. 
And  Monftei-s  of  the  Seas. 

8  From 


P  S  ^  L  MCXLYUl.  301 

From  Mountains  near  the  Sky 
Let  his  high  Praife  refound, 
From  humble  Shrubs  and  Cedars  high. 

And  Vales  and  Fields  around. 
Ye  Lions  of  the  Wood, 

And  tamer  Beafts  that  graze. 
Ye  hve  upon  his  daily  Food, 

And  he  expeds  your  Praife. 
y  Ye  Birds  of  lofty  Wing, 
On  high  his  Praifes  bear  ; 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  Boughs,  and  fmg 

Your  Maker's  Glory  there. 
Ye  creeping  Ants  and  Worms, 

His  various  Wifdom  (how. 
And  Flies  in  all  your  fhining  SwarmSs 
Praife  him  that  dreft  you  fo. 
2  By  all  the  Earth-born  Race, 
His  Honours  be  exprefs'd. 
But  Saints  that  know  his  heavenly  Grace^ 
Should  learn  to  Praife  him  beft, 
'  Pause  IL 

J  Monarchs  of  wide  Command, 
Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King, 
Judges,  adore  that  fovereign  Hand, 
Whence  all  your  Honours  fpring, 

4  Let  vigorous  Youth  engage 

To  tound  his  Praifes  high  ; 
While  growing  Babes  and  withering  Age 
Their  feebler  Voices  try. 

5  United  Zeal  be  fhown 

His  wondrous  Fame  to  raife  ; 
God  is  the  Lord  :  His  Name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  Praife, 

16  Let 


302  F  IS  ^  L  M    CXLIX. 

16  Let  Nature  join  with  Art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleft. 
But  Saints  that  dwell  fo  near  his  Heart 
Should  fing  his  Praifes  beft. 

Psalm    CXLIX. 

Fra'ife  GOD^  all  his  Saints  ;    or,  The  Saints  judging 

the  World, 

1  A  LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoyce, 
^^  And  let  your  Songs  be  new  j 
Amidft  the  Church  witl^  chearful  Voice 

His  later  Wonders  fhew. 

2  The  Jews^  the  People  of  his  Grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  fing  ; 
And  Gentile  Nations  join  the  Pralfe 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  Pleafure  in  the  Juft, 

Whom  Sinners  treat  with  Scorn  : 
The  Meek  that  lie  defpifs'd  in  Duft 
Salvation  (hall  adorn. 

4  Saints  (hould  be  joyful  in  their  King 

E'en  on  a  dying  Bed  : 
And  like  the  Souls  in  Glory  fmg, 
For  God  (hall  raife  the  Dead. 

5  Then  his  high  Praife  fhall  fill  their  Tongues^ 

Thei-r  Hands  fhall  wield  the  Sword  : 
And  Vengeance  fhall  attend  their  Songs, 
The  Vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  C/^r//?  his  Judgment-feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  World  appear. 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  Friends 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here.  j 

7  Thcii 


PSALM    CL.  303 

Then  Tnall  they  rule  with  Iron^Rod 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel  : 
And  join  the  Sentence  of  their  God, 

On  Tyrants  doom'd  to  Heil. 
The  Royal  Sinners  bound  in  Chains 

New  Triumph  fhall  afford  ; 
Such  Honour  for  the  Saints  remains  : 

Praife  ye  and  love  the  Lord. 

Psalm  CL.     i,  2,  6. 
A  Song  of  Praife, 

IN  God's  own  Houfe  pronounce  his  Praife, 
His  Grace  he  there  reveals  5 
To  Heav'n  your  Joy  and  Wonder  raife. 

For  there  his  Glory  dwells. 
Let  all  your  facred  PalTions  move. 
While  you  rehearfe  his  Deeds  ; 
But  the  great  "Work  of  faving  Love 

Your  higheft  Praife  exceeds. 
All  that  have  Motion,  Life  and  Breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  ; 
Yet  when  my  Voice  expires  in  Death, 
j        My  Soul  (hall  praife  him  befl. 

The  Chrifiian  Doxology. 
Long  Metre. 
O  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One^ 
Be  Honour,  Praife,  and  Glory  giv*n 
By  all  on  Earth,  and  all  in  Heaven, 

Common  Metre. 
ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  ador'd. 
Where  there  are  Works  to  make  him  known. 
Or  Saia^  to  love  the  Lord.  Common 


T 


L 


304  DOXOLOGIES. 

CommonMetre,  where  theTune  includes  tivoStanza' 

I. 
'yHE  God  of  Mercy  be  adorM, 
*    Who  calls  our  Souls  from  Death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  IFordy 
And  New-creatins:  Breath, 
ll. 
To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  Divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  Saints  and  Angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 
"^E  Angels  round  the  Throne, 
•*      And  Saints-that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  iiyh  Pfalm, 
"^OW  to  the  great  and  facred  Thre^ 
-^"^    The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  Praife  and  Glory  giv*n, 
Thro'  all  the  Worlds  where  God  is  known,, 
By  all  the  Angels  near  the  Throne, 

And  all  the  Saints  in  Earth  and  Heav'n, 

As  the  148/^  Pfahn, 
'T^O  God  the  Father's  Throne 
*     Perpetual  Honours  raife  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  Praife  : 
With  all  our  Powers, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  Name  we  fing, 
While  Faith  adores. 

THE    £  iV  2). 


An    INDEX, 

OR 

r  A  B  LE  to  find  a  Pfalm  fuited  to  particular 
Subjects  or  Occasions. 

Note,  In  this  Table  I  hwue  not  dire^ed  to  the  fe'veral 
^arts  or  Metres  of  the  Pfoim,  leji  it  Jhculd  breed  too  great 

Confufion  of  Figures.  What  is  Jougbt  in  any  Pjaim,  may 
ifily  by  found  by  turning  a  Leaf  or  t'vjo  backward  or  for- 
ward to  the  dijlm5l  Parts  or  Metres. 

If  you  find  not  <vjhat  Word  you  feek  in  this  Tahhy  feek 
nother  of  the  fame  Signification  :  Or  ^  feek  it  under  fome  of 
Ve  more  general  Words,  fuch  as  God,  Chrift,  Church, 
aints,  Pfalm,  Prayer,  Praife,  Aifliiftion,  Grace,  DcJiver- 
nce.  Death,  (sfr. 

A  dinners  different  c^^.  gentle 

\pmAthefirfi  andfeconi     103,   moderated  12^,    <very 

their  Dominion  8.  great  10  z,  143,77. 

M^^dtPityto  themji.1,^^.  Aged  Saints  RefieSiinn  end 
and  tempted  Jupported  55,     Hope  71. 
145,156.  their  Prayer  I02,  All  feeing  God  139. 
143.  Saints  happy-] 'i^i  \\C)^  hvi%^\s    Guardian    34,   91, 
14th  Part,  94.  allfuhya  to  Chrift  89,  97. 

kfflidions,  Hope  in  them  42^    Praife  the  Lord  1 03.  prefent 
13,77,   Support  and  Profit    in  Churches  138. 
119,  14th  Part.  Infiru^ion  Appeal  toGod  againft  Perfc 
by  t him  94,  1 19,  1 8ch  Part,     cutors  7.  concerning  ourSin- 
fanBifyd   94,    1 1 9,     l8th     cerity  139,  Humility  131. 
part.  Courage  in  them  119,  Afcenfion  of  Chrift  24,  <J8, 
lythVa.Tt.remo'v^dbyPrayer    47,310. 
34,  107.  Submiffl^n  to  them  Affiitance  fromGod  1 44, 1 38.' 
123,  131,  39  from  Men,  fee  Atheifm  praSiical  14,36,12, 
Perfecution.  In    Mind  and   punifh'd  10. 
Body  143.  frying  ourGraces  Attributes  of  God  36,   III^ 
56,  1 19,  i7thPart,  ^uithout    145,  147. 
Ueje^ion  89.  of  Saints  and  Aalhotityfrcm  Gcd  75,  82. 

B 


INDEX. 


B 


T>  ^ckfliding  Soul  in  Difirefs 
andDefertion  25.  rejiord 

5T.  pardon  d-jf),  130. 
Bleffing  ofGodintheBuJinefs 

and  Cotnforts  of  Life  127. 
Bleffings  of  a  Family   128, 

133.  of  a  Nation  144,  147. 

of  tbeCounty  65,  147.  of  a 

Perfon  i,  32,  112. 
Blood  ofChrifi  cUanfingfrom 

Sin  51,  69. 
Book  of  Nature  and  Scr'tpture 

19,  119,  4th  Part.  Britain's 

Profperity  67.  de/i'verdfrcm 

Sla'very  7  5 ,  Happinefs  147. 


fecondQoxnmg,  or  his  Incar- 
nation, Kingdom  and  fudg' 
ment  96,  97,  98.  the  true 
David  89,  35,  his  Death 
and  Refurredion  22,  16, 
69  />&^EternalCr^tf/or  102. 
exalted  to  the  Kingdom  2, 
11,8,  72,  1 10.  cur  Exam- 
ple 109.  Faith  in  his  Blood 
51.  God  and  Man  89  his 
Godhead  102  our  Mope  4, 
51  his  Incarnation  a/dSz- 
crifice  40.  the  King,  and  the 
Church  his  Spoufe  41.  his 
Kingdom  (?z7zc»^G  entiles  72, 
^j,  132.   his  Love  to  Ene- 


Brotherly  Lca}e  133    Reproof  mies  109,  35.  hisMajefty  97, 


141. 
.Jufinefs  of  Life  hUfi  127. 

C 
t^A.re  of  God  over  his  Saints 

Charity  to  the  Poor  37,  41, 

1 1  2,  and  Juftice  15,  f  l  2. 

jw/A-ftj'  nxiithlmprfcations  3  5. 
Chaftifement,/f^  Afflidicns. 
Children  praifingGod  8.  wa^^ 

Bleffings  127,  128.  injiruc 

ted  34,  78. 
Ghiill  the  Jecond  Adam,  >?'// 


99.  hii  m&<^\2iior\2^ Kingdom 
89.  1 10.  his  Obedience  «W 
Death  69  his  perfonal  Glo- 
ries and  Gcvernment  4.5. 
pruifed  by  Children  8.  Prieft 
and  King  no.  ^w  Refur- 
rec^ion  on  the  Lord's  Day 
1 1 8.  our  Strength  and Righ- 
teoufnefs  71.  his  Sufferings 
andYimgdiOm  2,  22,69,  ^/V 
SufFerings_/or  our  Salivation 
69  ^V  Zeal  and  Reproaches 
ibid 


Incarnation,  his  Dvjninicn  8.  Chriflians  Qualifications  15, 
Z?//  All-fufficiency  16.  ^/j  24.  Church  made  of  Jews 
Afcenfion  24  68, 1 10.  the  «;?^ Gentiles  87, 
ChurchV  Foundation  118.  Church  its  Beaut$f  45,  48, 
his  Coming  the  Signs  of  it  122  /^^Birth-  place  of  Saints 
1 2.  his  Condefcenfion  and  Sj.  built  onJefusCh-ifi  1 1 8, 
Glorification  8.  Covenant  DeWght  and  Safety  in  it  zy. 
made  with  him  89.  /r/^  ^»</  Dcftrudion  of  Enemies  pro- 
ceeds 


INDEX 

,€eeds  from  thence   76.  Ga- Commurion    ^jjlth     Saints 
th  er'd  and  fettled  132.  of  the    1 06    1 3  5 . 
Gentiles  45,  47-  God  fights  ConfelTion  of  our  Fouerly  16. 

for  her  46,  10,  20.  God's  ofSin,Repaitance,andPar' 
prefence  there  132,84.  God's    don  32,  51,  38,  130,  143. 

fpicial   Delight    ^j,    1 32.  Confcience  r^«^<?r  1 19,  i  jth 
God's  Garden  gz.  'Soingto    Part,  its  Guilt  relie-ved  3S, 
/*  I  22.  theHoufe  and  Cure  of    32,51,1  30. 
God  135.    ofthe]t\^5andComQanQvico.mplainedofii<9<i 
Gentiles  87.  //jfncreafe67.  Converfe  avi/.6  God  119,  2d 
Prayer  in  Dijlref  80 .  Per-    Part,  63. 
fecated,    fee    Perfecution.  Converfion  av^  J^'  '  z6.  «^ 
Reftor'd^_yPrayer85,  102,    the  Afcenfion  of  Chrifi  no, 
107.  zV/  Safety  in  National    of  jQws  and  Gentiles   87, 
Defolations  ^6.  is  the  Sa.^c:y     105,96. 
and  Honour  of  a  Nation  48.  Correftioa  fe  AiHIcllon. 
the  Spoufe  of  Chxi^  ^^.  rVj  Corruption  c/    Manners    gs- 
Worfhip     and    O^dir      48.     neral  li,  12. 
Wrath  againjl  Enemies  pra-  Coanrel     avd  Support  from 
ceeds  thence  76.  God  \(i,  119. 

Colams^  planted  107.  Courage inDeath  i5,  ij.  -t. 

Qomforti  fioline/s  and  Pardon  inPerfecu'ion  r.g.,  I7th?art. 
4,  32,  119,  I  ith  and  1  zrh  Covenant  ^lade  'vjith  Chrill 
V^rts.  andSupport  in'jodg:^,  89.  c/"  Grace  uncharigsable 
iS.from  ancient  Frovidtnce    89,  106.  ; 

77,  143.  of  Life  hlfi  127.  Creation  ^/Zi/ Providence  1 5  5' 
and  Pardon  130.  136,  33,  ic-x,  147  148. 

[Company  of  Saints  16  109.   Creatures  no  Truth  in  themi 

Complaint   op  Abfence  from    62,33,  x^^.'vain^andQsoA 
puhlickWorfmp^z^ofSicknefs    All-juflcient    33.    Praifng 
6.  Defertion  13.  FnVc-,  A-    God  148. 
theifmyObpref/ion,  l  l,  12.  of  D 

Temptation  \  I.  i^enrral  10 Z    T\\\\y  Devotion  53,  139- 
0/  ^uarrelfoms  Neighbours  Day  <^.^  Humiliation  for 

I  20,  (?/  /^f«-'vy  Afliclionr  in    Dif^ppcintmfnts  in  War  60. 
Mind  ami  Body  143.  Death    <2W  Refurreflion   of 

Com p affio n    0/  God    1 03 ,    C^r//?  1 6.  69 ,  c/ %/,7/ j  and 

iH5»  H7*  Sinners  ^J,oJ-  A(f'annSuf' 


*J  INDEX. 

fef  Ings  of  Chriji  2 2,  6g.  De-  Devotion  daily  55,  134 
li'verance  frQ7n  it  'i^l.  and  1 41.  en  a  ftck  Bed  39.  6 
Prids  j\<^.  and  the  Refurrcc-  fee  Morning,  Evening 
tion  49,  71,  89.  Courage  in  Lord's-day. 
it  16,  17,  23.  //6^  -Sy^^?  o/Dire6lion  andPardon  i^.anc 
Sin  90.  Defence  prayed  for  5.    «^/i 

Defence  in  God  3,  121. and  Hope  ^i.  fee  Knowlege. 
Salvation  in  God  1  8,  6r.      Defeafe,  fee  Sicknefs. 
Delaying  Sinners  warnd^:^.  Diilrefs  of  Soul,  or  Badfid 
Delight  and   Safety    in   ths    ing  and  Defer  tion  25.    relie 
Church  Ji^"^,   27,   84.   in  the    'ved.  51,   130. 
La^v  of  God  1 19,    5th  8:h  Dominion  ofManonjer  Crea- 
and  1  8th  Parts,  in  God  63,    tures  8. 
42,  73,  84,  1  8,  Doubts  and  Fears  fufprejfe^ 

Deliv'iance  begun  and  per-    3.  3',  T43.  | 

feded  83  from  Defpair  1  8.  Drunkard  and  Glutton  \  07. 
from  deep  Diftrefs  34,  40  Duty  to  God  ^Man  15,  24 
fro7n  Death,  31,  1 18/row Dwelling    nxiith    God,  Jeti 
OppreKion  and Falfpood  ^6.    Heaven,  Church,  ^r. 
/ro/;/ Perfecution  53.  94.  hy  E 

Prayer  34  40,85,126 /re;;;  "pDucation  Religious  34,78 
Shipwreck  107. /;'cz?z  Slan-        Egypt's  Plagues  105. 
der     31.    Surprizing     1 26.  ^^d  of  Righteous  and  Pyiciea 
from  Temptation  3,  6,  13.    1,  37. 
1  8.  from  a  Tumult  1  \  8.     Enemies  o'vrrcome  \  8  prayec 
T)dQXl\OViandDifrffsof  Soul  for   35,    10(^.  defrayed   12 

25,  13,  38,  143.  76.  48. 

Deiire  ojKno^vitdge  1 1  9,  9th  ^nvyio'Unheliefcurd  37,49 
Part  ofHollinefs  119.  1  ith  Equity  and  Wijdon  of  ^IQ\\ 
Fart,  o/'  Com/art  and  Deli-  dence  9. 
ry^r^rff  1 19,  12th  Part.  0/ Evening  Pfalm  4,  i  39,  14T 
quick"  nirgGrace  1 1  9,  I  6th  Evidences  of  Grace,  or  Self 
p2 rt .  Examination  26.  of  Sincerit 

-   Defolations,     the     Church's    13,19,139. 
^'Safety  in  them  46.  Evil    Times   12.    Neighbour 

Deipzlr  and  Hope  in  Death    12c.    Magif rates    1  i,   58 
17,  49  liiDeliverance  yj-c;/:    81 

?/i8,  130.  Exaltation  »f  Chrifl  to  th 

Kingdcf. 


INDEX. 

K:ngd:m  2,  21,  2  2,  69,  72,  Gloiy  of  God  in  our  Salvation 
?  10.  69.  and  Grace  ■promij id  84, 

Examination  or  'E^oidences  of  97,  8q. 


Grace  26,    i 
Exhortations 

Holim/s  34. 


39- 


rlutton 


^2«^  Drunkard 


Peace 


Tp  A  it'h  <3^^  Prayer  of  per  fccu  - 
'        /<?r/  ^^m/^  3  5 .  /;?  /;l^  jS/ffO.^ 

ofChriJi  51,  32.    in  dl'vine 

Grace  and  Po^jjer  62,  130. 
Faithfulnefs    of  God     89, 

10^.    Ill,    145,     146.  c/ 

Miz?/  x^,   141. 
Fd'iihoodfB/^fp^emy,  Sec.  12. 

/z'z.;'  Opprejfion,  Deliverance 
from  them  12,  56. 
^zmilyGo'vernmentioi.Lo've 

Gnd  U^ or/hip  I '3,1.   BleJ/tngs 

128. 
Pears  andDouhts  fupprpfed  3 


rt//^    107. 

God  all  in  all  127.  All-fee- 
ing 139.  All-fafficient  16, 
3  3.  his  ^oingy /Attributes  and 
Providence  36,  65,  147.  his 
Care  of  Saints  7,34.  ^/j"Cre- 
ation  o;/<i  Frovidence  33, 

104,  &c.  oar  Defence  <s/Zi^ 
Sal'vation  3,  61,  33,  lie. 
Eternal  and  fonjereign  and 
holy  93,  Eternal  and  Man 
mortal  90,102  FaiuifBlnefs 

1 05,  1 1 1,  89.  Glor:6t;d  .?: 
Sinners fa-ved  6g.  G  ood n e  o 
andMercy  145,  i03.Good- 
oefa  ^.y  -Tr^/^  74^,   146, 


68 


GoverningPoT-y^r  andGood- 
34,  31.  in  theWorJhip  of  God   }2efs  66.  Great  andGood  i . 
89,99.  ofGodi  i  9, 1  3thP2rt. 

Fiacter/      aW    Deceit    com- 
plained of  12,  36. 

ForgivenefsyW  Pardon. 

Formal  Worjhlp  50- 

Frailty  ofMa?i  89,  90,  144. 

Fretfulnefs  dijcouragd  37. 

Friendfhip  ;Vj  Bleffings  133. 

Funeral  P/«//^  89,  90, 
G 

QEntiles  gluen  to  Chrif  2, 


22,  72.  Church  45,  6i 
72,  %y.  O-wning  the  trueGod 

96,_98>47- 
Glorincation  andCandefcenfi- 
an  ofChrif  8,  45, 


145,  ■147.  Htznfearch- 
ing  139  our . only  Hope  and 
Help  142.  //^^  judge  9,  50, 
97,  K;nd  /o.  his  People  145, 

146.  y^zi^Majefiy  C)'].  and 
Condefcenfon  113,144.  i\ier-- 
cy  and  Truth  36,  103,136, 
89.  145.  fnade  IVIan  8.  oT 
Nature  and  Grace  6^,  his 
Perfedlions   in,  36,  145", 

147.  our?onion  a;id  Chriit 
our  Hope  ^..our  Portion /^crf' 
and  hereafter  j^.  vis  Power 
and  Majefy  68,. 89,  93,  96. 
Prais'd  by  Chil^en  8,  our 
Prelsrver  121,  138.  prejent 

O  2  in 


I    N    D    p:   X. 

in  his  Churches  84.  cur  H 

Refuge  in  national  T'rou-  TJT  Appy  Saint  andcurfc. 

/'/^j  46.  cwrShepherd  23.  -^-^   Sinner    1. 

his  Sovereignty  l£Good-  Harveft  65,  126,  147. 

riejsio  xMan  8,113,144.  Heahh,  Sicknefs^and  Re- 
oiir^WT^^orx^CcnifcrtC)^,     riw^r;' 6,  30,  31.  Prayeu 

SupremeG'57;^r«(;r82,93    for  6,38,39. 

75,  his  V^engeance  and  Heart  known  to  God  139. 

Comtajfion  68,  97.    Un-  Hearing   of    Prayer   ana 

changeable  89,  m.his    Salvation  4,10,66,102. 

XJnl/cri'al  DG?nini on  10 2-  Heaven  of  feparate  Souls 

Us  Wifdofn  in  his  U'oyks    and  Rejurre^lion  17.   the 

3  1 1 , 1 39.  Wo  I  thy  of  all    Saints  dwelling  Place  24. 

Praife  145,  146,150.       HoHnefs,  Pardonl^  Com- 
Good  Works  15,24,  i  r  2 .    fort  4.  Defired  1 1 9. 1 1 th 

Profit  Men,  not  God  16.     Part.    Profeji   119,    3d 
Gocdnefs  ofGcd%,  103,    Part.  139. 

111,145,146.  Hope  in  Darknefs  13,77, 

Gcfpel  its  Glory  ^  Snccefs     143.  of  R efiir region  i6» 

19.45,110.  Joyful  Sound    7 1 ,  and  Defpair  in  Death 

tc)^<^%JVorfoip<^Orderiifi      \']A^    ^  Prayer  27.  for 
Governmtnt  <j/C/:'?-z//45.     Fi/^ory  20.  ^  Diic^iion 

from  God  75.  6^2dn/!ffii^ions  42, 143. 

Grace  its  Evidences^  or  Self  H  o  fa  n  n  a  of  theChildren  8. 

£xaniinaiion  26,130.  a-    for  the  Lord's  Day  ri8. 

hole  Riches  I  \i^    without  Houfnoldy^^  FamiJy. 

Aderit  16,  32,    cfChriji  HumiHation  Day  10.  for 

^^^y 2.af:d Providencc^T^f     Difappoiniment  60. 

'^6,135,136,147.     Pre-  HumiJily  and  Sulmiffiun 

jervin^ ^  rejhring  1 38.     t 3 1 , 1 39. 

"Truth  y  Prote^iiGH   57*  Hypocrites  and  Hytocrify 

Tr)  'd  hy  Jffdaion  1 7 ,  66,     12,53. 

125.    and  Glory  ^\^  o  J,  I 

pardc7u?'^i20,  iDolatry   reprovd     16, 

Guilt  cfCorfcience relin'cd  ^    j  1 5,  135. 

;  8,  ^2, 5 1, 130.  "^  Jehovah 


T:  N    Jy    E    T, 

Jehovah -68,83,  ?V7;^«;93,  ^i^g^ci"  ^/  ^^^i^^?   A^ 
96, 97.  "  Chrift. 

Jews,  y^^  Ifrael.  Knowledge  dsj^red    195. 

Images, /^^  Idolatry.  119,  9th  Part. 

Imprecations6'C6^r/Vv35  L 

1-nearnation  96,  97/98.  T  ^^^  of  God  Delight  In 
and'2acr'ificeofChnft^Q.    ^^iiJiq. 

Ir.fants  i39y}6=Children.  Liberality  rewarded  4.1^ 

IrJAvd&AonfromGod  2^.      J12. 
frcm  Scripture  119,  4th  Lite  and  Riches  tieir  Fa- 
and  7th  Parts. /«P/V/y34.     «%  49-  /-'«'^*  -^^^^  feebis 

Indm^dvtJffiiciionsqi^.-    89,90,  144.. 

Intemperance//W///i78,  Longing  aft€rGodh'y^s,2, 
and  pardon  d  10  J,  Lord's- Day     Ffahi    cyi^, 

Joy  of  Co'rjverfcn.  iz6.  Il8.  i]^(?rw%  5,  [9,63. 
fee  Delight.  Love  of  God  to  iheRlghis- 

lir2iQ\faved from  the  A{Af~  ^?-S  ''?'?^  Haired  to  the 
v'l^ns  jb.  fc-u'dfrorniL-  Wicked { ^i  1  Ao our Ihigh- 
gypt,  ^W  brought  to  Ca-  ^^^'^^  J^5-  of  Chrift  to  'Sin- 
naan  135,  136,77,105,  ^-^t's  ^^-of  God hett.:^r  than 
107.  P^ebellion&Pumfi-  Life  b 2-  of  Godimchan- 
ment  7  8 .  punifod  Cff  '/\'zr  -  ^^'^i'/^  1 06 ,89.  io  Enemi^^ 
dm'd  1 065  107.    Travels     ^ 09, 35 . Brotherly I'^l/^ 

<  /;2  thelVildernefsio-j^ 1 14     Worfnip.  in  a  Family  ibi'.l 

Judgment  ^«^  iJ^fm^  9',  Luxury /z^,'z^^'\'f  ^E'.   v?^^; 
68.  Drty  r, 50,26,9 7,985    pardon  d  107. 
149.  Seat  of  God (),    '  M 

Truth  towards  Men  i^.  ^1- Salifications  10 1 

JuRiiication  free  32, 130.     raifed  and  depofd  75. 

K       ■  '^^^^^ofGocm.fecGoA 

ly'INGi^  the  Care  cf  ^■^'^'^^  ^^i^  Vanity  as  incrtal 

^Heaven  11.'  '      39,^9,go^lA.^.Do?nin:o?z 

King  William  ^«^King     ^''^'■^^  Cr-aru'es  8,  Alcrtu. 

George  75.  ^-'?^  C/?r?/ii'   f/ir?/V7/ jc?.- 

O  3  JVonderfd 


-» 


1     N     JD     E    X. 

lVondeifulFQr?nai'ioni2,().  IS^ 2iure  and  Scripture   lo 

Mariners  Pfalm  107.  .119,  7th  Part,  cf  Mu, 
Marriage  ;?;v/?/V<7/ 45.  139. 

^'■A-d.sXzx  of  a  Family  loi.  New-EnglandP,4/OTjc^ 

Meditation    i,  63,  no,  Novem.  5th  r  i  c,  124 
^  5th  ^,7i  6th  Parts.  O 

Melancholy  rcprovd  \^.  /^Bedience  fincere    .;? 
'sHope-i-i.removd  126.^  ^^    18,  139.  Z^^mr    //[i^; 
\^trQ\Qicofnwm&  fpeciai     Sacrifice  ^o. 

68,10^^.  SpirituaJ'^'T^m-  Old  Age,  D^^/Z*  98.  tf«, 
/'5'm    1*03.     Innimierable     Rejurjefiion  71,  89. 

139  Everlafiingi^b.Re-  Omnipotence, Oninifci- 
corded  lO"] .and  Judgment    cncc,Omniprefence.^", 

i).  arid  Truth  of  God  ijb^  fee  God. 
iC3,89,r36,i45,i4&.  P 

M ent  difcLvmed  \  6.  p Ardon , Holincfs  yCcni' 

Meffiah,/^Chrift.  ^  fori  ^.    of  Backfidir.g 
Midnight   l^houghis^    63,     n^.andDire^io7i  2^.  am\ 
139,1  i9,5th^f6t]iP^7m     'Repentance  prayed  for  ;^8, 
M millers   ordain  d  I'p..       and  Conffion  i^i.  cf  ori- 

IMiracles  in  ihelVildernefs  ^inal  and  a^ual  bin  51, 

114.  plentiful  ivith  God  130. 

Morning  Pfalm  3,    141.  Patience  under  JJiiitiom 
of  a  Sabbath  5,19,63.  39.  iinderPerfecutions  yj^ 

Mortality  ^Z' ^'^^.'7, 39. 49,     44.  in  Darknefs  77,130, 
90.    and  Hop.c   89.     ^;z^^     131. 

Gi^i'j  Ettrnity  90,  102.  Peace  ^;7<5?  Holinef  encou- 

N  7Y7^^i  34.  with  Men  de* 

l^Ation's    lion:ur  and  fired  120. 
-*-^    Safety  is  the  Chur'c/)' ? cr f c6i\ons  of   God  ill ^ 
48.   Proferitybj,  144.        145,  147,  136. 

Blefd  and  pufii/hed  loy.  Periecuted     iS^/«/j    /^m 

National  Deliverance  67,  Prayer  &  Faith  35,  44, 

75,76,12.4,126.  Defia-  74,80,83. 

;/3.'25,  the  Church's  Safety  Periecuticn,   Vi^ory  over 
d  Triumph  in  them  46.  and 


and 


I    N     D 

oncl  Deliverance  from  it 
7,  53,94,  Courage  in  it 
1 19,  ryth  Part. 

Perfecutors    funijh'd   7, 

.  129,^4.9  Their  Folly  (4.. 
Complain  d  of  35,44,74., 
80,  83.  Deliverance  froin 
than  94,  9,  10 

Perfeverance  138.  inTri- 

:  ah  I  1 9,  r 7th  Part. 

Perfoaai  Glories  of  Chriji 

45- 
Peltilence,     Prefervation 

in  it  gi. 
Piety,    In fi ructions  therein 

34.  fee  Saint. 
Pity   to  the  Jffli^ed    41. 

fee  Charity,  God. 
Pleading  without  repining 

39,123.  the  Promifes  1 1 9 

1 0th  Part. 
Poor,  Charity  to  them  15, 

37, 4{,  112. 


E    X. 

118.  General  86,  145, 
[50.  for  the  Gofpel  98, 
for  Health  refor'd  30, 
lib. for  Hearing  Prayer 
66,102.  to  Tefus  Chrift 
45. /r5z?2  ^//Nations  T17 
and  Prayer  publick  65. 
for  Vro\t&,\onfirace and 
Truth  57./6rProvidence 
and  Grace  36.  for  Rain 
6:;,  16^"!.  from  the  Saints 
1 49, 1 50.  for  Temporal 
Blejings  68,  147.  for 
Temptations  overcome 
i^.  for  Vi£\ory  in  War 
ibid. 
Prayer  heard  4, 34, 65,66, 
in  Time  of  War  20,  and 
Hope  of  ViSfory  20. 
Pra'ije  fuhlick  65.  and 
Hspe  27.  in  Church' sDi- 
Jirefs  80.  Heard  b'ZiGn 
reftord  102.  and  Faith 
of  perfecuted  Saints    35, 


37,  56.  and  Prafe  for 
Deliverance  34.  for  Re^ 
pentance  and  Pardon^^'c. 
38./^^  Complaint. 


Portion  of  Saints  and  Sin^ 

nersii,  17,  37. 
Poverty  confefsd  16. 
Power  and  Majefly  of  God 

89,  68,  145.  jee  God. 
Vra^iic^iUtheifm  14,36.    Perfevering  Gr^tv  138 
Praife /^  G5^/r(77«Chil-' Prefervation  in    Publick 

dren  8,/crCreation  ^«i    Dangers  46,    91,   112. 

Providence  33,  104.  to    Daily  121. 

cr/r  f  Creator  100. /r^w  Pride   and  Jiheifm^   and 

all  Creatures  148.  fort-     Opprefftonpunijh'd  lOyiZ 

minent  Ddiverances  34,    and  Death  49, 

Prieft- 


INDEX. 

Prlefthood  of  Chriji  ^i^     and  Drunkards  lo^j^    ; 

no.  New-England  107.  , 

Princes  vain  62,   146.         the  fifth  of  Novembe 
ProfelTion  of  Sincerity  and    115,   124.    for    Great- 

JRepentance,  Sic.  II g,  2^     Britain    67,    147,     fe, 

part,  139.  Falfg  50.  Morn.  Even.  dfc. 

Promifes  and  ThreatJiings  Publick   Praife  for  pri- 

81.   pleaded   119,    loth     vate   Mercies   116,   118, 

Part.  for      Deliverance     124. 

Profperity  dangerous  55,     Worjhip^  Ah  fence  from  /. 

73.  '  complain  d  of  t^l.     Wor- 

Profperous  Sinners  curfed    Jhip    attended     on    122, 

37'  4?»  73*  I'rayer  and    Praife    65, 

Protedion,      Truth    and    84. 

Gr<7t*^  57.   By  Day  and  Punifhment  of  Sinners  r. 

Night  121.  II,    37.     and   Salvation 

Providence,  its    TVifdom    78,  81,  106.  fee  Afflic- 

and Equity  g.andCreation    tion. 

33,  135, 136.  and  Grace  Purpofes    holy  119.   15th 

36,  147.  and  Ferfe£lions    Part. 

of  God  ;6.   //J  Myfiery  Q, 

unfolded  73.  recorded']*]^  i^Ualifications     ^/^     « 

78,  107.  in  Air^  Earth  ^^<^-Ohrif}ian  15,  24. 

and  Sea  35,  65,89, 104,  Quarrelfome    Neighbours 

107,  147.  120. 

Prudence  and  Zeal  39.      Quickning    Grace     119, 
Pfalm/^r  Soldiers  18,  60.     16th  Part. 

/or  old  Age  ^i.  for  Huf-  R 

bandmen  b^,  for  a  Fune-  "D  Ain  fro?n  Heaven  135 

ral%g^go.  for  the  Lord's  ^^  65,147. 

Day  92.  heforePrayerg^.  Recovery  from  Sicknefs  6, 

^^r^  Sermon    ibid.   /!?r     30,  116. 

Magiflrates     loi.     /r  Rejoicing  /»  Gtf</  i^.  fsc 

Houjholds  1 01.  /or  ^r/-    Joy,  Delrght. 

rimrs  107.  /r  Gluttons  Relative  Dutia  15,  133. 

Religion 


I    N    D 

ReVigion  and  Ju/iice   15. 

IVords  mid  Deeds  37. 
KthgioMsEducationT^^^^^  ^ 
Remembrance  of  former 

Deliverance  77,  143. 
K^'^^ntznctfionfejfton  and 

Pardon  32.    and  Prayer 
for  Pardon  and  Strength 

38.     and  Faith   iJi     the 

Blood  of  Chriji  s^' 

Reproach  removed  i^i^i-], 

Reilgnation  39,123,131. 

Refolutions  holy  119, 
15th  Part. 

Relloring  Grace  138,23. 

Refurre6tion  and  Death 
ofChrift  2.  16.  of  the 
Saints  i6il'ji^(^^JJ.  and 
Death  ^g,  71,  89. 

Reverenc/«/F<7r/^//>89,99 

Revolution  by  King  Wil- 
liam 75.  ^ 

Riches  their  Vanity  49. 
compared  imth  Grace  144. 

Righteous,  fee  Saints. 

Righteoufnefs  fromChrifi 
71.  fee  Salvation,  Par- 
don, Chrift. 
S 

SAbbath,   fee   Lord*s- 
day. 
Sacrifice  40,  51,  69.  In- 
carnation of  Chrift  40. 
Safefy  in  publick  Dangers 
91.   and  Triumph  of  the 


EX. 

Church  in  NattonalDefo- 
lations  ^6 An  God  6i^and 
delight  in  the  Church  27. 

Saints  happy^  and  Sinners 
curfed  1,1 1,119,'ifl  Part. 
Safety  in  evil  Times  12, 
46.  the  befi  \Co?npany  16. 
chara£lerifed  15,  24.  and 
Sinners  Portion^  r,  17, 
dwell  in  Heaven  15,  24. 
punijhed  ^  faved  7  8, 1 06 » 
God's  Care  of  them  34. 
Reward  at  7^50,90,923 
and  Sinners  End  37,  i, 
II.  Patience  and  lVhrld*s 
Haired'^'],  chaftis^dand 
Sinners  dejlroyed g^.Diey 
but  Chriji  lives  I02.  pu^ 
niJHd  and  pardoned  106 y 
107.  conduced  to  Heaven 
10 5,  107.  tried  and  pr e- 
ferv'd  66,12 S.  JffiiSticns 
moderated  125,  judging 
the  World  149. 

Salvation  cf  Saints  1 0. 
and  Triumph  18.  fi;ri 
Defence  in    God  61.    ^j? 

Chrifl  69,  85. 

Sanaity'd  Jffli^ions  119 

laft  part,  94. 

Satan  fuhdued    3,  6,  13. 

Scripture    compard   with 

the  Book  of  Nature   19, 

119,  7th  part.  InfiruSti- 

onfrom  it  119,  4th  Part 

Delight, 


INDEX. 

Delight   in  it   119,    5th    happy  i,   Ii.    and  Saints 

and  l8th  Part.    Holinefs   Portion    i,  17,    37,    50. 

and  Comfort  from  it  119,   Hatred  and   Saints  Pa- 

6th     parf.     Perfevtions   tience  37.  dejiroyed^  and 

119,   7th  Part.     Variety    Saints  chaftized^  94. 

and  Excellency  119,  8th  Sins  of  Tongue  it^  ^^^k^^. 

Part.    Attended  with  the  Slander  Deliverance  from 

Spirit  119,  9th  Part.  it  31, 120. 

Sealbns   of  the  Year   65,  Song,  y^^  Pfalm. 

147.  Sorrows,  y^^  Afflidion. 

Seaman's  Song  107.  Sicknefs,  ^c. 

Secret  Devotion  119,    2d  Souls    in  a  Jeparate  State 

Part,  34.  17,146,150. 

Seeking  God  63,  27.        Spirit    given    at   Chrift*s 
Self-Examination,or£^'^-    Jfcenficn  68,  hisTeaching 

dences  of  Grace  26,  13^.  deftreduc)^  9th  Part  51. 
Separate  iSo«/i,  Heaveni^.  Spiritual  Enemies  ■  over- 
Shepherd  of  Saints  is  God  come  3,  18, 144.  BleJ/ings 

2  3.  and  Funijhmenti  8 1 .  Mind- 

Shipwreck  prevented  107    ednejs  iig.  2d  Part.    Jee 
Sick-bed  Devotion  6,  38,    Saint,  Grace,  &c, 

39,  116.  Spoi^    \of     Chriji      the 

Sicknefs    healed  6,    30,    King  of  the  Church  45. 

116.  Spring  of  the  Year  6^, 

Signs  of  Chrift's   Coming   and  Summer  65,104.  and 

12,  96,  &c.  Winter  147. 

Sin  of  Nature  14.    Origi-    Storm  ^«^  Thunder  29, 

W  <7«^/  a^ual,   confefs'd   135,  148. 

<7«^  pardon' d    51.     ^«^ Strength,  Repentance  and 

Chafiifement     of    Saints    Pardon    prayed  for    38. 

78,    106.   Univerfal  14,  from  Chridj  l,  of  Grace 
Sincerityig,  26,  32,  139.    138. 

Proved    and     r^it^^r^/^iSubmiflion  123,  131.    to 

18.  profe/i  119.  3^  part.    Chrtjl  2.  to  Sicknejs  39. 
Sinner  cufed  and  Saint  Succds  of  the  Gofpel  119, 
110.  Suffer- 


1     N      D     t.     X 

SuiTerings  and  Death  ^  Troubles,  y^^  Afflidllons, 
Cbri/i  22.  andKingdom  of    Temptations. 
G^r//?  2,  22,69,110.         Truft    in     the   Creatures 

Summer  b^.&^interi^y     vain  62,   146. 

Support  and  Counfel  from  Truth,  Grace  and  Pro- 
God  16.  for  the  ajfliSied  teciion  57,  145,  146.  fee 
and  tempted  55,  andCom-     God.    Faithfulnefs. 

[fort  inGodg^^y  119,  14th  Tumult,  Deliverancefrom 
Part.  it  1 185 

Surety  and  Sacrifice, Chrl{\.  V 

40.  T  T7Anity    of    Man     as 

'TpEmptations    overcome  mortal  39,    89,  144. 

-**     3,  18.    in  Sicknefs  6.     of  Life  and  Riches  4c, 

.ef cape  from  them  25.  of  ^ °ngt?iV\CQ  and  Compaffion 
the  Devil  12- fupport  un-  ,68.  again  ft  the  Enemies 
der  ihe?n  3,  55,  94.  of  the   Church   76,  149. 

Tempter,  fee  Satan.         Vidory  hop' d  and  prayd 

Tender  Confdence  119.  for  20.  over  Temptations 
13th  Part.  6,    1 8,  144.   over   Tem- 

Thanks  publick  for  pri-  poral  Enemies  18,  and 
vate  Mercies  116,  118.  Deliverance  from  Perje- 
y^^  Praife.  cut  ion  ^'^^ 

Threatnings,  and  ^j^Pro-  Vineyard  of  God  zvafied 
mifes  81.  80. 

Thunder  and  Storm  29,  Unbelief  and  Envy  cur'd 
135,136,148.  37.   Puniff)'d()^. 

Times  evil  II,  12.  Unchangeable  God    89, 

Tongue^5z;^r«W  ;4,  39.      11  r. 

Trial  of  our  Graces  by  Af-  Vows  paid  in  the  Church 

fiiSlions  b6,  125.  of  our  1 16.  of  Holimfs  iig. 
Hearts  26,  139.  15th  part. 

Triumph    for    Salvation  W 

18.    and  Safety    of   the  '^n^T'Alting    for  Pardon 
Church  in  national  Dejo-  and  Dire^ion    25. 

lations  46.  at  the  lafl  for  anfwer  to  Prayer 
Day  i^g.  85,143.130.  War 


1       IN       U      tl,      A. 

War  Prayer  in  Time  of  it    148.  and  Grace    19,  3;^, 

10' Difappointments there-     ill,    135,     136,.  Gooa 

in  60.  Viilory  18.  Spiri-    profit  Men^  not   God  16. 

/«j/  18,  144.  World';      Hatred      ana 

Warnings  cf  God  to  his    Saints  Patience  37. 

People  8  r .  Wo r  ih  i  p  and  Order  of  tht 

^Vatchfulnefs  19,  141.  Gofpel  48.  Delight  in  i. 
'Over  the  Tongue  39.  84.  with  Reverence  89, 

Weather  65,   107,  135,     99.  Daily  s^,  134,  141. 

T47,  148.  ■         in  a   Fajnily    133.    Vuh- 

Wickedy^^SInner,  Saint,  lick  63,  84,  122,  132, 
Wickednefs  of  Man  14,     Ahfence   from  it   42,  63. 

36,  51.  Wrath  and   Mercy  fro?n 

Wind,    fee   Providence,     the     Judgment -Seat     9. 

Seafon§,  Storm.  See  more  in  God,   Pu- 

Winter  and  Summer  147.  nifhment.  Sinner,  Ven- 
Wifdom    and   Equity   of   g€ance. 

Providence  9  of.    Goh  in  Z 

his  Jl'orks   III.  ty  Eal      and      Prudence 

Word  of  God,  fee  Scrip-  -^39. 

ture.  Zion,  its  Citizens  15.  See 

Works   cf  Creation   and  Church. 

Providence     104,     147,  nff 


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\  TABLE  to  find  out  any  Psalm,  or  Part 
of  a  Psalm,  by  the  firft  Line  of  it. 

A  ^  Fags, 

LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice  302 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  Skies  16 

\midft  thy  Wrath  remember  Love  77 

Vmidft  th'  Aflemblies  ot  the  Great  157 

A.mong  the  Princes  earthly  Gods  164. 

^nd  will  the  God  of  Grace  158 

\re  all  the  Foes  of  Sion  Fools  109 

A.re  Sinners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  26 

Arife  my  gracious  God  32 

Awake,  ye  Saints,  to  praife  your  King  270 

B 

DEhold  the  lofty  Sky  3S 

*^  Behold  the  Love,  the  generous  Love  70 

Behold  the  IMorning  Sun  39 

Behold  the  fure  Foundation  Stone  232 

Behold  thy  waiting  Servant  Lord  242 

Blefs,  O  my  Soul,  the  living  God  198 

Bleft  are  the  Sons  of  Peace  267 

Blell  are  the  Souls  that  hear  and  know  '168 

Bleft  are  the  undefil'd  in  Heart  235 

Bleft  is  the  Man  fof  ever  bleft  62 

Bleft  is  the  Man  whofe  Bowels  move  84 

Bleft  is  the  Man  who  fnuns  the  Place  i 

Bieft  is  the  Nation  where  the  Lord  64 

C 
/^Hildren  in  Years  and  Knowledge  young      67 
^^  Come,  Children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord      68 

Come,  let  our  Vtjices  join  to  raife  185 

Come,  found  his  Praife  abroad  184 

Confider  all  my  Sorrows,  Lord  246 
D 

Avid  rejoycM  in  God  his  Strength  44 

Deep  in  our  Hearts  let  us  record  134 
P                                 Early 


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A    T  A  B  L  E7 

E 

P  Arly  my  God,  without  delay  i  ly 

^-^  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  102 

F  ^ 

pAr  as  thy  Name~  is  known  04 

"    Father,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  Hand  249 

Father,  I  fing  thy  wondrous  Grace  i  33 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  257 

Firm  was  my  Health,  my  Day  was  bright  58 

Fools  in  their  Hearts  believe  and  fay  26 

For  ever  bkiTed  be  the  Lord  286 

For  ever  (hall  my  Song  record  166 

From  Age  to  Age  exalt  his  Name  212 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  Skies  230 

From  deep  Diftrefs  and  troubledThoughts  264, 

G 

/^Ive  Thanks  to  God,he  reigns  above  211 
^^  Give  Thinks  to  God,  invoke  his  Name  207 

Give  Thanks  to  God  moft  high  273 

Give  Thanks  to  God  the  fovereign  Lord  271 

Give  to  our  God  imm.ortal  Praile  275 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  Sons  of  Fame  56 

God  in  his  earthly  Temple  lays  165 

God  is  the  Refuge  of  his  Saints  91 

God  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope  14 1' 

God  ot  eternal  Love  2iq 

God  of  my  Childhood  and  my  Youth  137 

God  of  my  Life  look  gently  down  80 

G6d  of  my  Mercy  and  my  Praife  217 

God  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King  I25|j 

Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  fmgs  J 6c 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Jfrael  prove  154 1, 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  Claim  iigj, 

Great  God,  the  Heavens  well  ordered  Frame  4i|j, 

Great  God,  whofe  univerfal  Sway  138P 

Great 


H 


A    T  A  B  L  E. 

jreat  is  the  Lord  exalted  high  269 

jreat  is  the  Lord,  his  Works  of  Might  220 

jreat  is  the  Lord  our  God  93 

jveat  Shepherd  ot  thine  T/'JW  155 
H 

AD  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifrad  fay  2  5'6 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  223 

tlappy  the  City  where  their  Sons  287 

iiappy  the  Man  to  whom  his  God  6x 

jiappy  the  Man  whofe  cautious  Feet  3 

^ear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  Face  195 

.^ear  what  the  Lord  in  Vifion  faid  16S 

Help,  Lord,    for  Men  of  Virtue  fail  23 
He  reigns  ;   the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns         1S8 

He  that  hath  made  his  Refuge  God  376 

High  in  the  Heavens,  eternal  God  7 1 

How  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  Rod  150 

How  did  my  Heart  rejoyce  to  hear  254. 

'^OY-j  fafl:  their  Guilt  and  Sorrows  rife  29 

rlow  long,  O  Lord,  fhall  I  complain  24. 

"low  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  Face.  25 

^ow  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  159 

^ow  pleafant  'tis  to'  fee  268 

^ow  pleas'd  and  blefs'd  v^as  I  "5  . 
iiow  Ihail  the  Youns;  fecure  their  Hearts         :.:::' 

i 

^^Ehevah  reigns  :  he  dwells  in  Li^ht  loCju 

J    J  ejus  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  Throne  ^-'^T 

Jefus  fhall  reign  where-e'er  the  Sun  27  '" 

f  God  fucceed  not,  ail  die  Coft  aBc 

.f  God  to  build  the  Houfe  deny  r6^% 

.  lift  my  Soul- to  God  ^2- 

'11  blefs  the  Lord  from  Day  to  Day  6-T 
'11.  praife  my  Maker  with  my  Bresiii 
i'il  rpeak  the  Honours  of  my  Kino; 
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I  love  the  Lord  :  He  heard  my  Cries 

In  all  my  vaft  Concerns  with  thee 

Jn  Anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not 

In  God's  own  Houfe  pronounce  his  Praife 

In  Judah  God  ot  old  was  known 

Into  thine  Hand,  O  God  of  Truth 

Joy  to  the  World  ;  the  Lord  is  come 

I  itt  the  Lord  before  my  Face 

is  there  Ambition  in  my  Heart 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  Hand 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  Ways 

Judges  who  rule  the  World  by  Laws 

Juft  are  thy  Ways  and  true  thy  Word 

i  waited  patient  for  the  Lord 

I  will  extol  thee.  Lord,  on  high 

L 
T   ET  all  the  Earth   their  Voices  ralfe 
*^  Let  all  the  Heathen  Writers  join 
Let  Children  hear  the  miglity  Deeds 
Let  every  Creature  join 

,  Let  every  Tongue  thy  Goodnefs  fpeak 

.^Ltt  vTod  arlfc  in  all  his  Might 

^Let  Sinners  take  their  Courfe 

,  Let  Sion  in  her  King  rejoyce 

^  ]jtl  Zicn  and  her  Sons  rejoyce 
j^ong  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  Name 
hail  thou  cafi  the  Nations  off 
1  aoi  thine  :  But  thou  wilt  prove 
I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  Sin  ' 
'd,  I  can  fuffer  thy  Rebukes 
»rJ,  I   elleem  thy  Judgments  right 
if  thine  Eyes  furve-y  our  Faults 

j'Lord,   if  thou  doft  not  foon   appear 
Lord,  I  have  made  thy  Word  my  Choice 
Lord,  in  the  Mormng  thou  (halt  hear 


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A  T  A  B  L  E. 

Lordj  I  Vv'IlI  blefs  thee  all  my  Days  66 

Lord>  I  wou'd  fjrfead.my  fore  Diftrels  jcj 

Lord  of  the  Worlds  above  262 

Lord,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  Grace  to  mind  263 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  Servants  cry  231 
Lord,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  ken  rne  thro*     277 

Lord,  thou  haft  feen  my  Soul  fmcere  34. 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  10 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand  ,179 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  Works  of  old  86 

Lord,   what  a  feeble  Piece  175 

Lord,  what  a  tho'tlefs  Wretch  was  I  .742 

Lord,   what  is  Man,   poor  feeble  .IvI an  286 

Lord,  what  was  Man  when  made  at  firit  17 

Lord,  when  I  count  thy  Mercies  o'er  j'C-z 

F-yord,    when  thou  cidft  afcend  on  high  i;,- 

Loud  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  20': 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  Corner-ftone  c?.' 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  Sight  26" 

M 
TI/TAKER  and  Sov'reign  Lord 

-^^^  Mercy  and  Judgment  are  my  Song  : 
Mine  Eyes  and  my  Defire 

My  God,  accept  my  early  Vows  28 

My  God,  confider  miy  Diftrefs  24^^ 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  Fears  j 
My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  Spring*    "'  ''^'^^ 

M.y  God,  my  everlafting  Hope  j 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  vanous  Praife  ;_o; 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  ;^ 

My  God,  the  Steps  of  pious  Men  t»| 

My  God,  what  inward  Grief  1  feel  :,iio 

My  Heart  rejoices  in  thy  Name  ro 

My  never  ceafing  Songs  fhall  fhew  jt: 

My  Refuse  is  the  God  of  Love  : 

P  I.  Mv 


A    U^  A  B  L  E. 

Ivly  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  Gcd  2S4. 

My  Saviour  and  my  King  '  g^ 

My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend  136 

My  Shepherd  is  the  Living  Lord  48 

My  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  Need  49 

My  Saul,  how  lovely  is  the  Place  ibo 

My  Soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  Duft  248 

My  Soul  repeat  his  Praile  2ci 

My  Soul  thy  Great  Creator  praife  203, 

My  Spirit  look-s  to  God  alone  116 

My  Spirit  {inks  within  me,  Lord  85 

Tviy  Truft  is  in  niy  Heavenly  Friend  13 

1^0  Sleep  nor  Slumber  to  his  Fves 
^^    Not  to  ourNames  thou  onlyjuii  &True 
j:\Qt  to  ourfeives  who  are  but  Duit 
Now  be  my  Heart  infpir'd  to  fing 
Now  from  the  roaring  Lion's  Rage 
Now  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kiad 
Now  let  our  Lips  with  holy  Fear 
Now  kt  our  mournful  Songs  record 
Now  may  the  God  of  Power  and  Grace 
Now  p'ead  my  Caufe,  Almighty  God 
Now  Ihali  my  folemii  Vows  be  paid 

O 
^  All  ye  Nations,  praife  the  Lord 
.  ^/^.blelTed  Souls  are  they 
O'^f  ifs  t(^'he  Lord,  my  Soul 
(^  Britain:,  praife  thy  mighty  God 

JuiVicdi'*  and  of  Grace  I  fmg 
Kjjor  a  (lAout  of  facred  Joy 
O  God  my/  Retuge,  hear  my  Cries 
O  God  of^  Grace  and  Righteoufnefs 
0  God  of  Mercy  hear  my  Call 
O  Gud  tc/  whom  Revenge  belongs 


A  T  A  B  L  E. 

O  happy  Man  whole  Soul  is  fili'd  26  r 

O  happy  Nation  where  the  Lord  65 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  Law  2^8 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  Foes  8 

O  Lord  our  Heavenly  King  j ^ 

O  Lord  our  God,  how  wondrous  great  15 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  Ways  243 

O  that  thy  Statutes  ev'ry  Hour  247 

O  thou  that  hear'ilwhen  Sinners  cry  106 

O  thdu  whofe  Grace  and  JuiVice  reigns  255 

O  thou  whofs  Juftice  reigns  on  high  212 

Our  God  our  Help  in  Ages  pad  173 

Out  of  the  Deeps  of  long  Diftrefs  263 

O  what  a  itiff  rebellious  Houfe  1  cz 

P 

pRaife  waits  in  Zlon  Lord,  for  thee  ^^n 

•*•    Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  Name  26'^ 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  my  Heart  ihall  join  20^ 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raife  ^9^ 

Preferve  me  Lord,  in  time  of  Need  ^Y 

R  1/ 

oice  ye  Righteous  in  the  Lord  1 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  State  ^  35 

Return,  O  God  of  Love,  return  179 

S 
O  Alvation  is  fo-r  ever  nigh 
*^  Save  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  Floods- 
Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  Foe 
See  what  a  living  Stone 
Shew  Pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord  forgive 
Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Britain  fhine 
Sing  all  ye  Nations  to  the  Lord 
Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Name  '^■Cf^'^ 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  Voice  vi?^ 


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Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  diftant  Lands 
Songs  ot  Immortal  Praife  belong 
Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay 
Surfe  there's  a  righteous  God 
Sweet  is  the  Memory  of  thy  Grace 
Sweet  is  the  Work,  m.y  God,  my  King 

'TpEach  me  the  Meafure  of  my  Days 
-■•     Th'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 
That  Man  is  bieft  who  ftands  in  Awe 
The  Earth  for  ever  js  the  Lord's 
Thee  will  i  love,  O  Lord  my  Strength 
The  God  'Jehovah  reigns 
The  God  of  Glory  fends  his  Summons  forth 
Tlie  God  of  our  Salvation  hears 
,The  Heav'ns  declare  thy  Glory,  Lord 
iXhe  King  of  Saints  how  fair  his  Face 
i^  tie  King,  O  Lord,  with  Songs  of  Praife 
4^^  e  Lord  appears  my  Helper  now 
^^^  e  Lord,  how  w'ondrous  are  his  Ways 
^.*^V  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 
'  ^  e  Lord  is  come  :  The  Heavens  proclaim 
,.^^'e  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 
^I'He  Lord  of  Glory  is  my  Light 
The  Lord  of  Glory  reigns, he  reigns  on  high 
7'he  Lord  the  Judge  before  his  Throne 
The  Lord  the  Judge  his  Churches  warns 
The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King 
The  Lord  the  Sovereign  fends  his  Summons 

forth  100 

The  Man  is  ever  bleft  2 

r\^^  Praife  of  S'lon  waits  for  thee  I2i 

^^^Wonders,  Lord,  thy  Love  has  wrought     "83 

^:J^^"mighiy  God  on  feeble  Man  171 

Thi€^ 


A    T  A  B  L  £. 

This  fpacious  Earth  is  all  the  Lord's 

Thou  art  my  Portion,  O  my  God 

Thou  God  of  Love,  thou  ever  bled 

Thro'  every  Age,  eternal  God 

Thrice  happy  Man  who  fears  the  Lord 

Thus  I  refolv*d  before  the  Lord 

Thus  faitk  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  Fields 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  Work  is  vain 

Thus  the  eternal  Father  fpake  217 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  Earth  and  Sea  218 

Thy  Mercies  fill  the  Earth,  O  Lord 

Thy  Name,  Almighty  Lord 

Thy  Works  of  Glory,  mighty  Lord 

'Tis  by  thy  Strength  the  Mountains  ftand 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  Voice 

To  God  I  made  my  Sorrows  known 

To  God  the  great  :  the  ever  blefl 

To  Heaven  1  lift  my  waiting  Eyes 

To  our  Almighty  Maker,  God 

To  thee  before  the  dawning  Light 

To  thee  moft  holy  and  mofc  high 

To  thine  Almighty  Arm  we  owe  1 

'Twas  for  thy  Sake,  eternal  God  135 

'Twas  from  thy  Hand,  my  God,  I  came         279 

'Twas  in  the  Watches  of  the  Night  118 

V 
Ain  Man  on  foolifh  Pleafurebent  213 

Unfhaken  as  the  facred  Hill  25' 

Up  from  my  Youth  may  Ifraelh^  2 

Up  to  the  Hills  I  lift  mine  Eyes 
Upward  I  lift  mine  Eyes 

W 
E  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juil,  the  good     ... 
We  love  thee.  Lord,  and  we  adore   '^^/^:i 
W^hat  ihall  I  render  to  my  God  "^(J^^ 


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^  A   T  A  B  L  E. 

When  Chrift  to  Judgment  fhall  defcend  99 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  Faith  is  ftrong  30 

When  God  provok'd  with  daring  Crimes  215 

When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  State  258 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  Name  259 

When  Ifrael  freed  from  Pharach's  Hand  225 

When  Ifrael  (ins ^  the  Lord  reproves  253 

When  1  with  pjeafing  Wonder  ftand  282 

When  Man  grows  bold  in  Sin  73 

When  overwhehnM  with  Grief  1 16 

When  Pain  and  Anguifh  feize  me,  Lord  249 

When  the  great  Judge  fupreme  and  juft  i^ 

Where  fhall  the  Man  be  found  53 

Where  ih^i  we  go  to  feek  and  find  265 

While  1  \'s\p  Silence  and  conceal  62 

While  M.:rj>/^row  bold  in  wicked  "Ways  72 

Who  fliall  afcend  thy  Heavenly  Place  28 

Who  fliall  inhabit  in  thy  Hill  27 

Who  Ihall  arjfe  and  plead  my  Right  183 

Wliy  did  the  Jezvs  proclaim  their  Rage  6 

Why  did  the  Nations  join  to  flay  5 

W^hy  do  the  Proud  infult  the  Poor'  97 
^'hy  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft                 ,     75 

Why  doth  the  Lord  ftand  off  fo  far  20 
Why  doth  the  Man  of  Riches  grow 
Why  has  my  God  my  Soul  torfook 
Why  fhould  I  vex  my  Soul  and  fret 
'f^^ili  God  for  ever  call  us  off 
Xhlith  all  my  Po  A'ers  of  Heart  and  Tongue 

fc^h  earneli  Longings  of  the  Mind 

The  h  my  whole  Heart  I'll  raife  my  Song  t8 

^^^Q  ii  my  whole  Heart  I've  fought  thy  Face  245 

G  t^ai  Reverence  let  the  Saints  appear  167 

With  Songs  and  Honours  founding  loud  294 

Would  you  behold  the  Works  of  God  213, 

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Y 

XtE  holy  Souls  In  God  rejoyce  64 

*     Ye  Illands  of  the  Northern  Sea  189 

Ye  Nations  round  the  Earth  rejoyce  292 

Ye  Servants  of  th'  Almighty  King  224 

Ye  Sons  of  Men,  a  feeble  Race  177 

Ye  Sons  of  Pride,  that  hate  the  Jufl  96 

Ye  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord  223 

Ye  that  obey  th*  immortal  King  268 

Ye  Tribes  of  Ada?n  join  295 

Yet  (faith  the  Lord)  it  David's  Race  160 


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